Old John

Old John sits so still on the bench

head tilted forward

            eyes closed

brown lunch bag clutched tight

 

Old John drifting in and out of sleep

yet ears still alert

to passing feet

 

Old John's truck is idle now

yet it speaks of hard work

and hard years

not by dirt

but with dignity

by the sadness in the way it

no longer reflects the sun

 

 

(Old John, copyright Steven S. Walsky, 1987, all rights reserved.)


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