Crazy

Crazy

He was a man I chose to ignore day after day

   The man a hundred miles away

                 Living next door… Always glued to his front porch

                  So me being me… I chose to judge him as crazy…

                             As I watched him pass time

                     As I watched him lose his mind

                    As I watched him commit the crime

Of growing old… He would sit with a fishing pole

No line or water in sight… Waiting patiently for a bite

I watched carefully so he couldn’t see me… Then occasionally

         He got that look… He’d set the hook… Then hold his pole tip up

           And fight the big one for hours and hours… He’d hoot and holler

                          He’d yell get the net son… This is a big one

                            When it was in the net… He’d take a picture of it

Then he would grab a cold one… And toast his son

Then cast his line into the deep… Way back past the weeds

                        Then wait patiently… Seeing things only he could see

Then he’d ask his son who’d been gone years and years

                              Why don’t you grab us a couple more beers

                            Then he got that look… And set the hook

Hell yes he was crazy… Or was he





Eyes That Attract Lightning-
Texas style Songwriter And Storyteller Poetry.
© Paul H. Keeler… A Cosmic Cowboy







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