Just Sitting Here

Just sitting

Listening to the plop of life gone by

Just sitting

Remembering yesterdays dinner

And listening to the radio

Remembering anything that's worth remembering


Growing up on the farm with

no convenience

And work from dawn till dark of night

The smell of new cut hay

or a dirty pigsty

Remembering love and life

And family growing old

And I sit here


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