Old Rusted Truck Poem by David McLansky

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