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 driversContinueContinue reading “Poem: Many Old Men Surround Me”
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