Lord How We Will Miss Him Now

by , under personal stories, Poetry

johnny-gibson
The old man is a charmer
loving his barbershop
or anyplace where he can stand
a story up and make it holler

every day there is a little extra
he sees but nobody else notices
a small thing flashes by like a bug
or a day of the week

he'll dine out for hours on a crust
you would throw away

yeah that old man was really something
especially when he got the devil in him
or maybe it was him got ahold of the devil's tail instead
picked him up, swung him into bad health

all around his head. Lord
we used to laugh

Awful quiet with him gone and all
the way we stand around like we are waiting
for what we never know without him
there to point it out

Don't just stand there.