He knew full well
that the path he has taken in life was by choice, his choice. It was him that
made hasty decisions on matters of the heart without taking the time to explore
what his feelings really meant. It was him that looked for the fast dollar to
be a hero that bought expensive gifts and had lavish parties not thinking about
the future as it was light years away. He was the one who always said it would
all be ok and not to worry about things that truly mattered because he always
came up with a way to fix it. It was him that showed his children all the wrong
ways to live but for some reason unknown to him his children grew up with minds
of their own and looked back on their younger years with both joy and sorrow.
He was a friend, a cool dad, someone who always had a smile and a hundred
dollar bill he would pull from behind your ear as the tears fell and he
couldn’t help that no matter how much he wanted to. It was him who got old and
couldn’t run the hustles anymore, it was him who had to accept that all he did
in his life amounted to a worn-out Cadillac that needed a paint job, a trailer
in a not so nice retirement village and a brown leather checkbook that use to
spit out checks for anything he wanted but now has a balance of six hundred dollars.
He wears sandals with white socks and Bermuda shorts that should have and
probably did come from the goodwill. He hangs out at the pool with other seniors doing water aerobics and asking who will attend bingo Saturday afternoon?He thinks he still has a way with the ladies but most of them know his game and are wary of his charming ways. They knew men like him and some even married them, so
the lovely ladies of the trailer park hold onto their purse strings very
tightly. He usually eats alone with a TV table in front of the television
cheering himself on as he guesses the correct answers on the wheel of fortune.
He switches the noise box off after the eleven-clock news and climbs into his
lonely bed trying to relive the times of years gone by. When his eyes open in
the morning he lays there asking why?Saturday, July 21, 2018
Choices
He knew full well
that the path he has taken in life was by choice, his choice. It was him that
made hasty decisions on matters of the heart without taking the time to explore
what his feelings really meant. It was him that looked for the fast dollar to
be a hero that bought expensive gifts and had lavish parties not thinking about
the future as it was light years away. He was the one who always said it would
all be ok and not to worry about things that truly mattered because he always
came up with a way to fix it. It was him that showed his children all the wrong
ways to live but for some reason unknown to him his children grew up with minds
of their own and looked back on their younger years with both joy and sorrow.
He was a friend, a cool dad, someone who always had a smile and a hundred
dollar bill he would pull from behind your ear as the tears fell and he
couldn’t help that no matter how much he wanted to. It was him who got old and
couldn’t run the hustles anymore, it was him who had to accept that all he did
in his life amounted to a worn-out Cadillac that needed a paint job, a trailer
in a not so nice retirement village and a brown leather checkbook that use to
spit out checks for anything he wanted but now has a balance of six hundred dollars.
He wears sandals with white socks and Bermuda shorts that should have and
probably did come from the goodwill. He hangs out at the pool with other seniors doing water aerobics and asking who will attend bingo Saturday afternoon?He thinks he still has a way with the ladies but most of them know his game and are wary of his charming ways. They knew men like him and some even married them, so
the lovely ladies of the trailer park hold onto their purse strings very
tightly. He usually eats alone with a TV table in front of the television
cheering himself on as he guesses the correct answers on the wheel of fortune.
He switches the noise box off after the eleven-clock news and climbs into his
lonely bed trying to relive the times of years gone by. When his eyes open in
the morning he lays there asking why?
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