that old man... <br />wakes up every morning, <br />greets death with a scowl. <br />shuffles barefoot to the bathroom, <br />pees in defiance of the day. <br /> <br />writes a letter to the President, <br />or one to the editor. <br />drinks a pot of black coffee, <br />puts on his hat and his coat. <br /> <br />tipping his hat to god, <br />takes his dog for a walk. <br />speaks little, never asks, <br />for nothing from no one. <br /> <br />sweeps the floor, washes his dishes, <br />then sits in his chair. <br />sometimes eats, often not, <br />and tries not to remember. <br /> <br />watching the hands on the clock, <br />and a sparrow out the window. <br />waits for night to come again, <br />he waits for the knock!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-old-man-2/
