I have become
A magnet.
For every teller
Of tall tales.
For every set
Of tired legs
Looking for shade
And a chair.

For every recipient
of a monthly allowance
From Uncle Sam.
For every old timing man
Smelling of cumin
And old spice.

For all the senile citizens
That seek
A little company
And a kind word
While shooting the breeze.
The senile brigade.

5/31/14
ALTON TEXAS

Juan Olivarez

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