Sitting early at McDonalds over a dollar cup,
I join a gathering of days...no longer years...
Whose better days are nearly up
Alone, or nearly so, they gather here.
Greetings gruff or none belie camaraderie;
They wait until each man has joined the crew,
Half-hearted views of the morning news,
Wonder of a friend who's feeling blue.
I cannot hold myself away from finding me
A few years up this downward road,
Waiting with the men I've come to see...
A weary lot to meet and think of growing old.
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 9:03 AM UTC
Sitting early at McDonalds over a dollar cup,
I join a gathering of days...no longer years...
Whose better days are nearly up
Alone, or nearly so, they gather here.
Greetings gruff or none belie camaraderie;
They wait until each man has joined the crew,
Half-hearted views of the morning news,
Wonder of a friend who's feeling blue.
I cannot hold myself away from finding me
A few years up this downward road,
Waiting with the men I've come to see...
A weary lot to meet and think of growing old.
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