THE OLDER GUYS

  
 You saw them there
    on the lawn after church
 Having a smoke, 
    talking things over
 They knew each other 
    and they knew you
 They would wave, 
    give you the high sign
 Made you feel good 
    glad to be alive
  
 They’re gone now, one by one 
    to wave no more
 Replaced by those who follow 
    tugs the heart with a bit of sorrow
 The sons become older 
    and their sons, too
 It seems it’s us  
    who’ve become the old 
  
 We’re waving now 
    I and you
 To sons and grandsons 
    daughters, too
 Making them feel fine 
    that’s what we do
 As we mark our time 
    wondering
 Who’ll be next in line 
    when we’re gone
  
 There is no sign 
    no grand design
 Life will unfold 
    this story retold
  
 Stanski
 November 29, 2019 ^