Geezer Wonderin'A Poem by Ranger NadalyTakes place in the south. Inspired by some old geezers I used to know in a place off of Smithville TX.
Creak creakidy creak creak.
Creak creakidy creak creak. My chair groaned. Adding to the radio's buzz of music. Fast paced the music was. It was a slow and nice night. Not something we looked for, But something we seemed to have found As we sat and crushed the cans of beer That quickly littered the deck floor. Nothing new. Just us old geezers. Remembering when old gramp Said the same thing bout himself. Poor ol' Cash filled our ears. Leaving space for smooth Owens To get our feet a goin. No buildings haunted our eyes. Just grass and dirt. Far and wide. My body was rusty from the days' work. Like always. But my foot sure didn't give up. The radio slowly died as we sat in silence. Wondering where we went wrong. Where our adventure went. How we became as clueless, As slow, As our heavenly parents. May they rest in peace. Finally we gave up on our thoughts. And headed inside. Took a while for everyone to get settled again. Because we were all so reluctant to leave the porch. But after an hour of TV we all made our way to bed. Huffing and puffing ourselves to sleep.
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