Wednesday, January 7, 2015

The Old Coot

When I get up with aches and pains and realize that I have been outdistanced by technology, I think of a poem I wrote some years ago.  I hope you can relate.

No More Vent Windows

I drove through the historic district
and realized I grew up there.

At a recent business meeting
a young associate said,
“Pawpaw, I think that’s your beeper going off.”

A guy cut me off in traffic today.
I called him a “moron”,
but, realized by modern standards
it was not harsh enough.

In my younger days
I would have chased him down
and jerked his pointy head through
the vent window.

There are no more vent windows.

Dennis Price


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