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Old Geezers Two
Just look at these wrinkled geezers staring at lake's white sheen
Never laughing. Never turning. And never batting an eye.
Oh, they are frisky as a young doe in the spring
And sometimes they giggle as if life has lost its zing.
Hey, old geezers! How many hours straight have you sat
Looking maybe at grand kids, Molly, Bruce, and Tat?
12 hours you say? That's half a day how do you do it I ask?
Winking, thinking that no one sees you sit on this gruesome task.
Old geezers, once a leader of men and fine wine by sight
Monies made, your love was a May Day Parade
You are still holding hands and man, what a very rare sight.
Old geezers now look at clocks hands slowing to right.
Your grand kids are now adult or do you see that fact?
Your own hair ne'er grows and matching sweaters stay intact.
Wish I had your patience, old geezers friends of mine
I would study medicine, maybe law to keep a bully in line.
But you, old geezers two, have taken my days for watching you
Sit and sit and stopping just to spit. Are your pains old or new?
My, my, what do your children say to your backs?
Our parents' lives are stale, short of cash and always suffer lack.
Staring old geezers, now I pity you with compassion sure
It's been two days or do you care to know?
Old geezers still moving like Vermont sap
Slowly, surely, not twitching a limb or lap.
Guess we will all stay with you old geezers two
In the days we've sat here watching, admiring you.
We all feel so sure that you are not human you see?
If you were, you'd spring up and have a joyful spree.
© 2017 Kenneth Avery