When Living Was Real!
old men,
gnarled hands,
missing fingers,
backs bent with time....
standing in front of
an abandoned service station,
down by the tracks
where the train dont run....
talking about the years,
talking about the work....
or not talking at all.
postcards from a time
when living was real!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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