Had I stayed
married to the same woman for 50-years, had
I
religiously mowed the yard every week of every summer
Which has
come and gone since then, had I repaired each
Dripping
faucet, fixed each screen door squeak, had I cyc-
lically painted
every wall indoors and out, had I cleaned
The gutters
and spouts, had I patched the cracks in plaster
And
concrete, washed the car weekly, had I spent all that
Time sitting
in the same place watching football and reality
Programs on
cable TV, had I spent my summers drinking
Iced tea on
the patio with the same old friends, gone to the
Lake on
vacation, spent those bitter winters shoveling ice
And snow off
sidewalk and porch, watching my children grow
Up and away
from home, had I stayed put and in one place to
Age appropriately
as a decent suburban neighbor, had I kept
The same
phone number and address season after season, the
Postal
worker would not have had to chase me all over the
Planet, day
after day, month after month, for years on end in
Every kind
of weather imaginable just to deliver junk mail to me.
Chris
Hanch 6-23-15
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