What is the point, unless we dream!
Remember the old man who bought a spot of rum
Remember the old man his wave
rocking in the sun
Life strewn upon the front lawn
Bank eager now recoup
no blame
Did he not deserve more than
photos strewn as if in shame
He raised his kids
somehow why because
Something mattered
lives on someone else's table now
that could have been dust
Easy to judge
Not so easy to see
How one man's life
can mean more than a book of history.
© Andrew (Oct 25, 2017)- For 'Joe'
