Sad Commentary On Aging, Revised Options

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Sad Commentary on Aging

Revision

On the corner,
of Fifty Seven, Second Avenue,
is a blue house,
with red and yellow trim.

There's a chimney where you can see the white smoke
billowing out into the cold winter's air,
layering soot, fallow upon the deep snow.

The old man that lived there,
always wore plaid shirts and blue jeans;
children out playing, their cheeks all pink and rosy,
were witnesses to his changes,
his increasing anger and bellowing
when they would all run across his front yard.

They thought it fun, and giggled and laughed at him
cause he was old and slow.

Until last Wednesday when he shot
Billy Prescott's red haired head off with a shotgun.

Now the old man's in prison and the white snow's all red,
and the children,
they're catatonic and kept in their bed.

revised 25 July, 2009
© Steve Pray


Original

There's a house there on the corner
of Fifty Seven, Second Avenue.

It's a blue one
with red and yellow trim.

It has a chimney where you can see the white smoke
billows out into the cold winter's air.
Layering soot, fallow upon the deep snow.

Children were out playing, their cheeks all pink and rosy.

They were witnesses to the changes
in the old man that lived there;
he always wore plaid shirts and blue jeans,
hollering when they would all run across his front yard.

They thought it fun, and giggled and laughed at him
cause he was old and slow.

Until last Wednesday when he shot
Billy Prescott's red haired head off with a shotgun.

Now the old man's in prison and the white snow's all red;
and the children,
they're catatonic and kept in their bed.

5 July 2009
© Steve Pray

[Guest_ohsteve_*]

Peggy, As the small words at the beginning of most books and the end of most movies say...This account is totally fictional any resemblance to the real world is NOT true. This came into my head after watching an episode of Weeds and listening to the opening words in the song, I wrote them down and then revised and rearranged and this is what I finished with, I think I was mentally connected with Stephen King...as this is just bizarre. And after all we are both named Stephen, both from Maine, both have four letters in our last name, oops sorry beginning to sound like the people that connect Lincoln and Kennedy...lol.