Out at the gazebo, where old men sit and talk
And the subject matter does not matter
But what does are wrinkled faces, replaced hips,
and long lives where memories stalk
the aged conversations, one-up-man-ship, and laughter.
And the laughter grows louder
As the stories grow longer,
The one that got away, or the ex-wife who wouldn’t stay
But strayed and got his money anyway.
A new grandchild is often their pride
And what the landlord did to make him cry
And he wonders why he chose this place to live
As sure enough that other place would give
Him much more for his money.
The weather today is cloudy, but tomorrow
They promise sun, and didn’t Bill find the one
Best place to play the slots, for in the week
He made lots of cash to spend upon his weakness
The lady of his life.
One fine day, says one, I will board a plane
And fly to Seattle to see my son.
Or he’ll fly home and we’ll go fishing and eat raw oysters at the shore
And laugh again together once more. It’s been too long and I may be gone
Before he comes. And my bucket list is nearly done.
It’s getting late, says the other. I think it’s gonna rain.
But this has been fun. Let’s do it again
Cause tomorrow they say the sun will shine
And why not go out for pizza some time. You owe me a beer
Remember last week? The first one smiles but does not speak
And finds an excuse to get out of his debt
Of a beer and a pizza and one lost bet.