The old man sat in his chair
Looking out the window watching vultures
Circling in the air
What did he think of since his mind
Was no longer all there
Were they thoughts of his childhood
Prize winning pork chops at the fair
A cold beer in a boat on the lake
In the hot summer air
So many memories to ponder while
The old man sat in his chair
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This is beautiful. Thank you for sharing it.
Thank you. It’s about my Dad.