Gray Haired Dave Poem by Francis Duggan

Gray haired Dave in the house at the corner I often see him on the Street
He says I am an ex Policeman to everybody that he meet
Perhaps he has got a big ego or he is low in self esteem
And he needs the approval of others at least that is how it would seem.

For his smokers cough he blames other people he says that they spread their germs in the air
He says of health I cannot get a clean bill if others their germs with me share
Perhaps when he looks in his mirror a different person he see
'Tis said he has a mental illness though he seems quite okay to me.

His gray hair makes him look distinguished a character one well might say
Quite tall though with slightly hunched shoulders he must have been a fine man on his day
A man perhaps in his late sixties he hardly would harm a fly
And quite friendly to those that he know well about him there is nothing shy.

Yet to me he does seem a bit lonely he has a sad look on his face
He walks the Street in all sorts of weather 'twould seem he is part of the place
Around by the Cafe and Library and walking up and down the Street
Perhaps in his own mind he's still a Policeman and he is still walking his Beat

Gray haired Dave in the house at the corner a character in his own right
On the Street in all sorts of weather he makes for a familiar sight
For his smokers cough he blames others they spread their germs in the air
His truth to reality is different doesn't life seem so very unfair.