IT?S BEEN FIFTEEN SOME?ODD YEARS SINCE HE LOST AUNT LIL
HE PLAYS RUSSIAN ROULETTE WITH MEMORIES, NOTHING BUT TIME TO KILL
HE?S TOO OLD TO WORK HIS CATTLE, TOO STUBBORN TO STAY IN BED
EACH MORNING OVER COFFEE HE TURNS TO HER PICTURE AND SAYS,
OH I?VE BEEN BETTER, I?VE BEEN WORSE A TIME OR TWO
I GOT? TWO BLOODSHOT EYES AND THAT?S ENOUGH TO SEE ME THROUGH
FAIR TO MIDDLIN?? CONSIDERING,
LIFE?S MOSTLY SCARS AND SOUVENIRS
THERE?S WRINKLES ON HIS FACE AND WRINKLES ON HIS CLOTHES