I Am Just

I am just an old man

Alone in an upstairs room;

Who in life has done very little,

Between the cradle and tomb.

Once I climbed a mountain,

And saw a Yosemite fire fall.

Thirty thousand feet o’er  America,

I’ve flown and seen it all.

I’ve sent vinyl, tapes and CD’s,

Via the Post Office then digital mail;

Galloped freely in fields on horseback,

Against the winds later fueling my sail.  

I’ve sat on beaches with good friends,

Drinking wine until  sunrise…

Driftwood fires popping seaweed;

The world was perfect in my eyes.

I had a wall phone by the bath tub

Sold real estate from a swimming pool…

Repaired my own autos and tractor,

Collecting every imagined tool.

I’ve delivered calves and puppies,

Rescued earthworms from the road;

Bottle fed baby squirrels,

Relocated a warty toad.

Time deletes entries in address books,

Neighbors died or sold their home…

I am just an old man,

Upstairs in a room alone.