Retired Men
Walked quickly across the town’s square
it thronged with old men talking football;
in parks their fathers sit solving the Iraqi
war; “Drop more bombs show them who’s
the boss” I’m leaving this town…today,
the pretty girls have left and no mimosa
lingers, the elderly don’t smoke anymore
and they are going to live forever.
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
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