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Near As He Can TellNear as He Can TellHe’s loved a few young women, now that he’s no longer young And it’s been a fair deal all around, as near as he can tell They gave him tenderness and trust, which hasn’t much to do with age He gave them back un-complication, which maybe has And if you’ll forgive the metaphor, he’s pretty much an old V-eight, in a time when newer models look alike and fight for market share Solid and well made, the paint a little faded, but power when it’s needed Sometimes, when lives seem all uphill, good mileage doesn’t mean a damn At any rate, he’s not that difficult to drive Well maintained, knows most all the roads Can still be fixed with common tools Not much to go wrong that isn’t still under warrantee, not many tears he hasn’t cried himself Uncomplicated circuitry, no chips to fail and leave them standing there, confused Like he says, it’s been an even deal both ways and not a rush-to-youth for him, or search for wisdom on their part They were always wise enough, at any age It really isn’t something gained through years and the kid in him never grew up to move away Something to be said for that as well perhaps It’s been a fair deal all around, near as he can tell |
This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection CORNER OF MY MIND available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats. |