How to tell a story

How to tell a story

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Old Age

Old Age

as I sit here invisible, ignored,
waiting for attention that never arrives,
as influential as a stone
(less if the stone is picked up
by a radical), I pass the time
playing ukulele, baking bread,
eating pecan ice cream,
reading, watching movies,
of apparent use to no one
but the good dog Sketch,
but making no complaints to
the gods who have blessed me,
just a quiet old man waiting
for the bus and a new journey
to fire up the circulation, getting
these old and tired limbs dancing
to a brand new tune

though of course its very arrival
may be a profound and sad
assumption