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Nothing more

Little man
In the swing chair
On the porch of his life
Moves forward and back
Asking simple questions to himself
He is free from troubles of modern life
Stuck somewhere in the fifties
With his four channel black and white TV
and radio that plays all day long
Radio that plays only happy tunes
from long ago dead singer
His simple existence wants
Nothing more than rain
for his crops
Cheap diesel for his truck and tractor
Nothing more but his wife
and his dog by his side
Hot meal on the table
Nothing more than milk from his cow
Nothing more than whinny from his horse
Nothing more than trout from river
Nothing more than birds song from trees
Nothing more than laugh
from his grandsons and granddaughters
Nothing more than sunshine on the Sunday
Nothing more than grave
under that old oak tree