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Tennessee Angel Senior Member
since 2000-06-03
Posts 661Tennessee |
You see me here...on the front porch all day. From morning 'til night...just rockin' away. You think to yourself...as you drive on by, 'Oh, I'd love to live...like that old guy.' I relax in the shade...cool water to drink. Yes, I've got it made...or so you may think. If you only look closer, you'll see it's not true. For there's one common thread...in all that I do. At the break of dawn...I roll out of bed. I stand and I stretch...my arms over my head. Then down the stairs...to the kitchen I go. The coffee pot drips, drips, drips...ever so slow. I go down to the diner...for something to eat. I sit in the corner...it's my usual seat. When breakfast is through...I go to the store. I carry my basket...straight to aisle four. That's where they keep...the dinners for one. Then back home I go...my work day is done. There on my front porch...the rocker does wait. I read the paper and rock...until it gets late. I go into the house...when the sun goes down. And for an hour or two...I rattle around. It's eerily quiet...no one rings my phone. Then I crawl into bed...still all alone. So when you see me here...on my old porch swing, and it seems that I'm happy...not wanting a thing. Just remember my words...as you drive on home. All this rockin' I do...I do it alone. < !signature--> --You can either take me as I am...or you can watch me as I go.-- [This message has been edited by Tennessee Angel (edited 07-28-2000).] |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
So when you see me here...on my old porch swing, and it seems that I'm happy...not wanting a thing. Just remember my words...as you drive on home. All this rockin' I do...I do it alone. Powerful words from you this eve. Really liked the poem and the message.  |
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Tennessee Angel Senior Member
since 2000-06-03
Posts 661Tennessee |
It was kind of hard to write, seeing as how I'm not a man or anywhere near retirement, but the idea has been bouncing around my head for awhile. I pass this old man every day on my way to work and he's just sitting there on his front porch. At first I thought...how nice, but by the fifth day I thought...how lonely. Anyway, I'm rambling. Thank you for your nice comments. --You can either take me as I am...or you can watch me as I go.-- |
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Sunnyone Member Ascendant
since 2000-07-06
Posts 5334Staffordshire, England |
This is really a poem that makes you stop and think, and that's what makes it so great! I can actually see that old man, and feel his lonliness. The sad part is there are too many older people who go through this every day. You did a wonderful job on this... ~~ To Live is to Give ~~ |
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Tennessee Angel Senior Member
since 2000-06-03
Posts 661Tennessee |
Sunny1 -- Thanks a bunch for your warm response. The elderly are our link to the past and we waste that precious resource. They should be revered for all they've done. It's a subject close to my heart. Thank you for reading! --You can either take me as I am...or you can watch me as I go.-- |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Oh, TennesseeAngel~ You've touched a part of me that necessitates I hug you with all of my being. I visit folks like this every week. Oh, what treasures they share. I hope you'll take the time to stop and say hello to this 'retiree' ... some retire from work - some from life. Thank you dear friend for sharing. I think of my elderly friends as the most precious books upon my shelves ... they've written volumes of themselves into my life. Great BIG *HUGS* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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