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Old Dreamer
by Glenn CurrierI was walkin down the street
came across this old man
he was slumpin in a chair
spittin chaw in a can.
Boney fingers barely moved
on his knees with a beat
I could not hear only see
in the taps of his feet.
The mangy dog that laid there
at his side raised his head
I swear nodded back at me
in a language unsaid.
Bet you think that he's all done
but he still has his dreams
at the setting of the sun
his old soul still has its gleam. 09/17/2006 Author's Note: Written as lyrics to a yet uncomposed melody after seeing Neil Young's DVD, "Heart of Gold."
Posted on 09/18/2006
Copyright © 2025 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/18/06 at 01:06 AM A picture of an old man who has not yet given up on life even though outward appearances may look that way. A great poem of caring and respect for the elderly. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 09/19/06 at 02:46 PM ...glenn, wonderous write, re: ol' man, was that a mirror reflection, eh?...maybe it was me...i hope to have love by poets when i get old, which is tomorrow...good one, glenn...peace, chaz |
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