Chester the jester,
My favorite guard!
Stuck in his twenties, but
Twice over the hill,
Recalls peace-time war stories,
While taking his pills.
Tells me all his tall tales
Up ‘till wife number one
And the other loves that failed.
This is how abuse looks:
Elderly, jovial
Shirt tucked and boots shined,
Rare catches of
Old scratches on new glasses,
Liver spots and laughing lines.
Glassy eyes blinking away
Dust from antique memories;
Sepia-toned ponderings,
Less like days of summer
More depression-era dust bowl;
The ever-hope for May.
Chester the Jester,
Old of bone
Young of heart,
Keeps the laughter going
To smooth your broken parts.
Jun 1, 2022
Jun 1, 2022 at 5:17 PM UTC
Chester the jester,
My favorite guard!
Stuck in his twenties, but
Twice over the hill,
Recalls peace-time war stories,
While taking his pills.
Tells me all his tall tales
Up ‘till wife number one
And the other loves that failed.
This is how abuse looks:
Elderly, jovial
Shirt tucked and boots shined,
Rare catches of
Old scratches on new glasses,
Liver spots and laughing lines.
Glassy eyes blinking away
Dust from antique memories;
Sepia-toned ponderings,
Less like days of summer
More depression-era dust bowl;
The ever-hope for May.
Chester the Jester,
Old of bone
Young of heart,
Keeps the laughter going
To smooth your broken parts.
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