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Used To Be My eighty-something father-in-law Walks two miles each morning The used-to-be’s All wait for him The Collie lady out with her dog Used-to-be from Connecticut She can't afford to move back Sally used-to-be a show dog An old man with asthma And a perfect yard Came out “just by chance” to get his paper He used-to-be a mattress salesman The man in that house Used-to-be a C.E.O. In Chicago I think Now he has Alzheimer’s A widow lives over there Her husband used-to-be a golfer I don’t know what she used-to-be I guess she doesn’t deserve a past Jesus, I know one damn thing I’d rather be a half-assed poet Till the day I croak Than just some kind of used-to-be |
Additional Notes:
My In-Laws just moved from North Carolina.
I was down there last summer and went with him for walks in the morning.
Good Lord they're sure gonna miss my Father-in-law!
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