Old folks walkin'
Old folks talkin'
They're unaware
Tilley hats and
shorts and sandals
they don't care
Wadin' in the shoreline water
Doin' things they shouldn't oughter
Somethin' 'bout them in the air
Endless talkers
Pushin' walkers
The paths are full
Movin' slowly
Hard to follow
they need a pull
Hoggin' all the shady benches
Old men eyein' shapely wenches
They've served their time so all is fair
The meds they need
are kickin' in
This they know
Time is flyin'
Hear them sighin'
Soon time to go
Maybe on another day
They'll come again so who can say
'Cause senior sightings aren't so rare
Old folks talkin'
Old folks walkin'
They're headin' home
Pathways open
Benches empty
More space to roam
All they knew has now been said
Dinner next and then to bed
To sleep and dream if anyone does care
One day it will be us
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Poems Primarily Narrative (or not)
PoetryFIRST PLACE COFFEE AFTER DARK WRITING CONTEST - JULY 2020 This collection has no particular category or message. They are errant thoughts and observations on various subjects. If interested, I hope you find some you enjoy.
