A Day With Hawg Jaw
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I know the life of a old geyser is not too exciting to most of you,
But it gives you a view of the routine an old man has to go through.
The poem talks just a little about a fairly typical one of my days,
Which is mostly just hard work and pain and never much play.
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A Day With Hawg Jaw
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Every morning when I get up I look at the guy looking at me.
I see an old man in a beard in there and that’s all that I can see.
What became of the young man that was in there the other day.
I guess he changed slowly so I didn’t notice he had slipped away.
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Mirror mirror on the wall, what ever happened to that young guy that used to look back at me..
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A while ago I would hop out of bed and jump into the shower
Then shave, dump, and brush my teeth in one quarter of an hour.
I would throw on my clothes and be ready to go to right to work.
Feeling all energized, then starting my day with a red hot spark.
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.It’s going to be a busy day, I’ve got to fly to Houston and get back in time to go two stepping tonight.
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Now I drag myself out of bed and limp to the shower in some pain,
By the time I get in, shower, get out, and dry off, I do then complain,
Because my back hurts so bad, then I sit right down on top of the bed.
I fumble trying to get a foot in the under wear leg hole as I get red.
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To get on my socks, I have to pull one foot up over to the side,
The strain to slip the sock over my toes hurts my knee so applied.
I slip my right foot in my pants and and it gets hung inside there,
So I tug hard causing a sharp pain in my groin, a hernia somewhere.
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I slip on my shirt and then my diabetes sandals and hit the easy chair,
I have to loosen my belt and unbutton my pants for sitting there,
To keep from cutting off the blood circulation going down to my feet,
I sit there for a while, then take my ten pills, and head on out to eat.
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We have a special restaurant we eat for every day of the week,
So we don’t have to think too much as our food we do seek,
We do our rat killing and by that time I am just worn plumb out.
I head for my easy chair ready for a long nap there’s no doubt.
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Pam with Ben and Sarah out in front of one of the restaurants we visit weekly..
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Then I pick up my iPad and start writing the blog as Hawg Jaw,
When I have written down my memories for the day, I draw.
We then head out to eat again at a little fancier restaurant here,
And eat a real fine meal sometimes drinking an ice cold beer.
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Back home we go and turn on the HD TV streaming in our shows.
About 1 PM we go to bed worn out and ready to sleep until 8 AM or so.
I take another 6 pills at night just to keep my old body running.
And do a painful test for blood sugar, and I’m not just a funning.
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It may seem like we’re in a bit of a rut living the way that we do,
But it’s about all I can handle at my age, as I barely get through.
Some times we do a bit more than I should trying to enjoy life,
But I actually get so sore that I often end up in some real strife.
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I think I work a lot harder doing the little that we now can stand,
Than I did when I was healthy working hard as a very young man.
So Hawg Jaw will keep plugging along hoping my health holds,
Enduring the old age pains trying very hard to be a man so bold.
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By Bill
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Thanks for reading A Day With Hawg Jaw,
Bill