Geezer poem

Sonnet for An Old Goat
By GC SMITH

A boat is what a man must have by Gol
to float him out upon the salty brine
where he can fish for fishes with a line
to devour gustily with chilled white wine

Then there’s the racy Targa Porsche
with which to race up hill and then down dale
with tires squealing loudly in the corners
truly a hot rod with a canvas top

With tools and guns and stuff like fishing rods
I will round out my big boy box of toys
you know, I need all of these great toy treats
to recompense myself for dues I’ve paid

Now I have time to become unwired
‘cause from the rat race I have long retired 

BOOM!!!!!!!!!

For Independence Day July 4, 2015 By GC America, America we once were proud of you; you shined a beacon for the world to see, people flocked to you Your light was that of liberty, of opportunity, of embracing disparate peoples; you looked for truth for better ways for all of us to live Oh yeah. there were the warts the stops and starts the imperfections the injustices, but through the years from founding days till recently you always tried to do much better But now, You’re sadly, badly worn, you seem to have lost your way; but I still hope it’s temporary, and will we soon see born a new and better day? Perhaps we will. I hope we do. Do you?