'Old Man, why do you walk? ' <br />'Look son, I've got no time for talk. <br />The doc says I need to lower my cholesterol. <br />There ain't no time for me to rest a'tall.' <br /> <br />'But, Old Man, why do you always walk? ' <br />'Son, must you stand there and gawk? <br />I'm here because I must lose some fat. <br />I've no time to stop and chat.' <br /> <br />'Old man, isn't walking lonely? ' <br />'Son, it's not me only. <br />See all those other walkers? <br />Notice, few, if any, are gawkers! <br /> <br />'And listen son, when that bright angel band, <br />says 'Old Man, let us lend you a hand, <br />into that golden, promised land.' <br />I'll say in a voice firm, but low, <br /> <br />'Thank you, but no. <br />I don't mean to take a stand, <br />and your offer is just grand, <br />but me and my fraternity, <br />plan to walk smack-dab into eternity.'<br /><br />Mary Naylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-old-man-s-plan/
