Middle Aged Hoodlum

NaPoMo Entry 19, 04/19/2022

The sun’s ray warming everything they touch,

I sit on an all too familiar park bench.

Thirty-seven years in the same town,

And you develop well-worn ruts.

Like a worn out recording of a favorite song,

Or so it’s been sung.

A slight breeze wiggles leaves.

No commitments hold my attention.

Then the sudden feeling hits.

Holy crap I need to get back to school!

But wait I am over fifty and no school needs me,

Gawd, I feel like I am ditching class.

Cold cut combo and a Body Armor.

Just feeling the skin turn tan.

No responsibilities on this beautiful day.

I light a heater and relax,

I watch the world roll by,

Sun from the east to west.

Nothing but poetic thoughts all day long.

Maybe a moment for a Hick-Hop song,

Bottleneck!

Then I have to retreat to my home,

Man this day flew by quick,

And in the golden afternoon hue,

I realize what a blessed day it was.

Livin’ right and relaxed.

 

04/19/2022