Poem: Many Old Men Surround Me

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Many Old Men Surround Me

 

They follow me at poetry groups

show up at open mics

Behind me on the sidewalk

they hobble quick to catch up

 

Old men sit in the booth

one over, listen to me talk

politely nod “Good bye”

when I leave the restaurant

 

Gray haired drivers slow

me down in the 40 mile per hour zones

force me to pass them

stare disapproval as I blur home

 

Never had a grandpa,

Now life surrounds me with them

 

Butterscotch candies in their sweater pockets

Smiles flash multicolored teeth

Hands, soft, rubbed shinny smooth

spotted with liver marks wave hello

 

Perhaps these men

never had a daughter

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3 thoughts on “Poem: Many Old Men Surround Me

  1. That’s me

    On Mon, Aug 10, 2015 at 9:25 AM, shannon p. laws | writer wrote:

    > splawswriter posted: ” Many Old Men Surround Me They follow me at > poetry groups show up at open mics Behind me on the sidewalk they hobble > quick to catch up Old men sit in the booth one over, to listen to my talk > “

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  2. Papa Green Bean and JayCeeCor I don’t think either of you are old enough to be my grandfather. hahaa!
    This is a fun little poem I wrote earlier this year. This last year or so over five gentlemen poets/artist have shown up in my circles. I enjoy their wisdom and insight tremendously.

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