I can see them,
Fifty years from
now
Two old friends,
by then
Friendly banter,
tall tales
Fish stories
There they were,
On the bank of the
pond,
Seven or nine,
No more than that
Best friends,
fishermen
Fishing poles,
tackle box,
Knotted line,
worms,
A net between them
-
Thick with the
muck and wet,
As they try to
catch the big one
Hornpout and koi,
and goldfish
As big as their
arms
Just out of reach
In the murk
Or surfacing
Too near to forget
Seasoned veterans
Already, or so
they seem,
On the their own
In the park,
Under the July sun
No knee or hip waders
yet;
But they will come,
certain,
Along with more
practiced yarns
Recited with
echoes of memory
When they are
older
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edited November 15, 2018
Future Curmudgeons – v4
edited November 15, 2018
Future Curmudgeons – v3
(to be able to post to Twitter)
November 15, 2018
Posted as sections
edited November 15, 2018
Future Curmudgeons – v2
July 10, 2004
Future Curmudgeons
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