Monday, September 19, 2016
Hands in Pockets, Making Fists
by Jim Rapp
The old man announced his retirement today;
said his mind wasn’t sharp like it once was.
It’s true, he struggles in a lot of ways,
but hey, everyone over seventy-five does.
It just hurt to watch him lay it down;
what is one to say at a time like this?
We mostly just stood, milling around,
embarrassed, hands in pockets making fists.
But no one said, “You’re wrong about that.”
No one said, “We all sure wish you’d stay.”
I suppose the thing we really wanted was what
everyone was thinking but no one would say.