Little Old People

There are little old people who live in little old houses.  All across the land they are.  Some do just fine the way they are-ageless with the time.  Some don’t exist beyond who they used to be.  Some barely exist at all.

There are little old people who live in little old houses.  Some of them you would never know were old.  Some of them passed into old before they were done being young.

There are little old people who live in little old houses.  Some have kids.  And some never did.

There are little old people who live in little old houses.  They raised their kids.  Worked their jobs.  Fought some wars.  Survived depressions.

There are little old people who live in little old houses.  After work they mowed their yards.  Fixed the broken windows.  Patched the roof and plumbed the leak.

There are little old people who live in little old houses.  Shopping was done at the local mart where names were known.  At home they grilled their steaks and drank a beer.

There are little old people who live in little old houses.  Out back or on the side they grew their gardens.   Went fishing on the lake.

There are little old people who live in little old houses.  They taught their kids as best they could: to swing bats, kick the ball, arithmetic, respect, hard work and ethics.

There are little old people who live in little old houses.   They fixed flat tires and changed old oil.  Painted dull walls and moved around the furniture.

 There are little old people who live in little old houses.

Some go unseen.

Day after day.

There are little old people who live in little old houses.   Some were pillars and some were not.  Some were close to perfect.  Others, not so much.

There are little old people who live in little old houses.  Alone they sit.  Waiting each day.   For a friendly face.  Or to just pass away.

There are little old people who live in little old houses.  Little old houses just up the street.  Or down the street.  Or right next door.

There are little old people who live in little old houses.  Their clothes are dirty.   They don’t bother.  Who cares?

There are little old people who live in little old houses.  They can’t do what they once did but they aren’t sure when they stopped being able.

There are little old people who live in little old houses.  We know they’re there.  You know it.  I know it.

There are little old people who live in little old houses.  Say hi.  Cut their grass.  Do they need bread?  Ask.

There are little old people who live in little old houses.  Tell them who you are.  Find out what they did.  Where they’ve been.  What they do.

There are little old people who live in little old houses.  If we’re lucky one day it will be us.

One of the little old people who live in little old houses.

And we’ll think about the  little old people who lived in little old houses.

And know how it feels.