Aging Memories
sat his old Farmall cub
stroked his gray stubbled beard
stained with tobacco juice.
“Everything’s changed
Ain’t nothin’ the same
‘cept the tractor,the house,
and the barn.”
He grinned and spat.
“Got no teeth, but still chew.”
His old red tractor
chugged, sputtered, and squeaked
much like he did.
Slowly, memories came.
Memories of childhood
clearer than yesterday.
The house as it once was.
His life as a young man.
Those in his family now
all passed away.
“Everything’s changed
ain’t nothin’ the same
not the tractor,
the house,
or the barn.”
Dennis Price
The older we get, the fewer things seem worth waiting in line for. Will Rogers
