Saturday, September 29, 2018

Just a number


     I don’t walk like I did a ways back. I kind of shuffle hearing each step so I don’t trip and fall. I keep my hands deep in my pockets like I did as a kid, guarding my change. I look down more than up I figure I might find something that way, besides people don’t smile at you much anymore, guess they have a lot on their minds and can't express some happiness to an old man. When it rains, and everybody hurries for shelter, I walk slower looking up and letting the drops fall into my thirsty mouth. Some might say I’m a bit odd, but I just think I’m me and I’m ok with that. When the snow comes, I lay down and make snow angels laughing and remembering fun times past. I don't think about getting sick, and if I do, well I drink some good whiskey and sweat it out guess that's why I never minded coming down with  something. Life is full of surprises and spur of the moment decisions and age won't stop me from experiencing as many as I am given. There’s a hurricane coming they say, I wonder if those old wings my brother and me made decades ago are still hanging in the garage?

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