A Few Old Men Poem by Eric Cockrell

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there's still a few old men
who can shoe a horse,
plow with a mule....

build their own house,
hunt for their food,
and grow the rest...

talk to you about books
no one reads anymore....
sharpen a knife, bait a hook,

teach a boy to be a man...
and a girl that she's loved.
work all day and love all night....

string their own guitar...
treat a woman with respect....
stand beside you through

both good and bad...
what you gonna do when
all the old men are gone?