It had to be somebody else\u2014
\nthat picture they said was I;
\nhe was old and paunchy,
\nlooked like he should be
\nchewing a cheroot in a rocker,
\ncracking wise about the good old days
\non the porch out front of his ranch.<\/p>\n
He was a weathered old campaigner,
\na sitter, past it all; used to his own ideas
\ndeaf to anyone else’s, tired of youth
\n‘s old discoveries and inventions,
\nready to take his Saturday night bath
\nin the hard tub at the bottom of a deep hole.<\/p>\n
Not I.<\/p>\n
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It had to be somebody else\u2014 that picture they said was I; he was old and paunchy, looked like he should be chewing a cheroot in a rocker, cracking wise about the good old days on the porch out front … Continue reading