@ A few posters we all know and sort of love...
Old Guys
Driving beyond a turn in the mist
of a certain morning, you'll find them
beside a men-at-work sign,
standing around with their caps on
like penguins, all bellies and bills.
They'll be watching what the yellow truck
is doing and how. Old guys know trucks,
having spent days on their backs under them
or cars. You've seen the gray face
of the garage mechanic lying on his pallet, old
before his time, and the gray, as he turns
his wrench looking up through the smoke
of his cigarette, around the pupil
of his eye. This comes from concentrating
on things the rest of us refuse
to be bothered with, like the thickening
line of dirt in front of the janitor's
push broom as he goes down the hall, or the same
ten eyelets inspector number four checks
on the shoe, or the box after box
the newspaper man brings to a stop
in the morning dark outside the window
of his car. Becoming expert in such details
is what has made the retired old guy
behind the shopping cart at the discount store
appear so lost. Beside him his large wife,
who's come through poverty and starvation
of feeling, hungry for promises of more
for less, knows just where she is,
and where and who she is sitting by his side
a year or so later in the hospital
as he lies stunned by the failure of his heart
or lung. "Your father" is what she calls him,
wearing her permanent expression
of sadness, and the daughter, obese
and starved herself, calls him "Daddy,"
a child's word, crying for a tenderness
the two of them never knew. Nearby, her husband,
who resembles his father-in-law in spite
of his Elvis sideburns, doesn't say
even to himself what's going on inside him,
only grunts and stares as if the conversation
they were having concerned a missing bolt
or some extra job the higher-ups just gave him
because this is what you do when you're bound,
after an interminable, short life to be an old guy.
Wesley McNair
Originally posted by Grampy BobbyThe best thing about this post is I don't need to read it to thumb it down.
[b]@ A few posters we all know and sort of love...
Old Guys
Driving beyond a turn in the mist
of a certain morning, you'll find them
beside a men-at-work sign,
standing around with their caps on
like penguins, all bellies and bills.
They'll be watching what the yellow truck
is doing and how. Old guys know trucks,
havi ...[text shortened]... re bound,
after an interminable, short life to be an old guy.
Wesley McNair[/b]
Originally posted by Grampy BobbyI thought this was good, GB.
[b]@ A few posters we all know and sort of love...
Old Guys
Driving beyond a turn in the mist
of a certain morning, you'll find them
beside a men-at-work sign,
standing around with their caps on
like penguins, all bellies and bills.
They'll be watching what the yellow truck
is doing and how. Old guys know trucks,
havi ...[text shortened]... re bound,
after an interminable, short life to be an old guy.
Wesley McNair[/b]
Sad, but good.
Originally posted by Grampy BobbyIf only the poor fella took Hawthorne berries every now and again, and a drink of Tumeric tea.
[b]@ A few posters we all know and sort of love...
Old Guys
Driving beyond a turn in the mist
of a certain morning, you'll find them
beside a men-at-work sign,
standing around with their caps on
like penguins, all bellies and bills.
They'll be watching what the yellow truck
is doing and how. Old guys know trucks,
havi ...[text shortened]... re bound,
after an interminable, short life to be an old guy.
Wesley McNair[/b]
Perhaps adding a few Guava and Papaya salads to the menu, things wouldn't be so bleak.
But...none of those things are promoted by the big companies, I wonder why?
Any idea Gramps?
Originally posted by WoodgieGreed?
If only the poor fella took Hawthorne berries every now and again, and a drink of Tumeric tea.
Perhaps adding a few Guava and Papaya salads to the menu, things wouldn't be so bleak.
But...none of those things are promoted by the big companies, I wonder why?
Any idea Gramps?
Originally posted by Grampy BobbyI was repeatedly taught in school " there are none so blind as he who won't see", but what I really think they were trying to teach me is, "there are none so blind that are deliberately blinded".
Greed?
Anyway, that is enough from me, welcome home by the way.
Right, whose next?
Originally posted by WoodgieThanks, Woodgie. you should post more often.
I was repeatedly taught in school " there are none so blind as he who won't see", but what I really think they were trying to teach me is, "there are none so blind that are deliberately blinded".
Anyway, that is enough from me, welcome home by the way.
Right, whose next?
🙂
Originally posted by Grampy BobbyThumbs up, as always, Gb, for a sensitive ant thought-provoking post.
[b]@ A few posters we all know and sort of love...
Old Guys
Driving beyond a turn in the mist
of a certain morning, you'll find them
beside a men-at-work sign,
standing around with their caps on
like penguins, all bellies and bills.
They'll be watching what the yellow truck
is doing and how. Old guys know trucks,
havi ...[text shortened]... re bound,
after an interminable, short life to be an old guy.
Wesley McNair[/b]
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