He sat in his old rusting truck <br />Feeling his age, and out of luck; <br />To his daughter-in-law <br />An impossible burden <br />No longer allowed <br />To get a word in; <br />The revolver that he got <br />In the Korean war <br />Lay on the seat beside him; <br />This knobby hill <br />Such a tranquil spot <br />To shoot himself and die in; <br />He lit his final cigarette <br />And sucked the rich smoke down <br />An old man who had few regrets <br />With no purpose to hang around ?<br /><br />David McLansky<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-rusted-truck/
