Posted by: Ron DuBour | June 24, 2016

Old Flannel Grey Suit~by Norman Wilson



Old Flannel Grey Suit

Did you see the old crying man
Crested in a raggedy white shirt ingrained in sand
Cloaked in a wrinkled old grey flannel suit
Jewelled with a forty year old watchband

He walks with a cane and a hunched over back
Where time had allowed him to slip through the cracks
For he has no laces in his worn-out shoes
Even though over the years he had paid his own dues

He gave nearly everything away he earned in his life
Most of it after the death of his wife
Now he waits for a burial in his old flannel suit
As he has no more laces to put in his worn-out boots

His watched stopped working over ten years ago
Yet he keeps wearing it, for what reason nobody knows
I think someone said it was a gift from his wife on their wedding night
Now it is the last precious thing he has in this life

His teardrops do not flow for himself
They do not fall for his poor health or loss of wealth
It is for the absence of his dear sweet wife
As he taps his cane alone along the last journey of life

All rights reserved 05/24/16
Norman Francis

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