Trucking along in the Old Folks home

September 2, 2015

A feeble old man creeping along

Gently humming a musical song

Remembering fine and sparkling ladies

To him it seemed who were too quick with the maybe's.

Now, him without a care in the world save death,

trucking along into the void to his last breath

and beyond.

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