Juan Olivarez

Freshman - 828 Points (september 12 / nyssa oregon)

The Senile Brigade - Poem by Juan Olivarez

I have become
A magnet.
For every teller
Of tall tales.
For every set
Of tired legs
Looking for shade
And a chair.

For every recipient
of a monthly allowance
From Uncle Sam.
For every old timing man
Smelling of cumin
And old spice.

For all the senile citizens
That seek
A little company
And a kind word
While shooting the breeze.
The senile brigade.


Topic(s) of this poem: life

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  • Silver Star - 4,457 Points Smoky Hoss (6/8/2014 11:17:00 AM)

    Glean all the wisdom you can (if there be any!) while they're around. (Report) Reply

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