Cracker Jack Box Poem

I don’t wear my pocket watch anymore

it reminds me of my age, 73, soon more,

outdated gadget, time hanging where

moving parts below don’t belong nor work anymore.

I don’t like to think about endings.

Age is a Cracker Jack box with no face, modern speed dial,

no toy inside, when it stops, no salute, just pops.

Lesson:  “What young men want to do all night takes older men all night to do.”

                                                            ~ Michael Lee Johnson

                                                               Itasca, IL, USA

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