Stupored On Stoops Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Sitting stupored on stoops.
Aging 'boys',
In separate groups.
Daily gather to visit,
A long gone youth.
Hoping to rejuvenate,
Memories of an expertise had...
When they played 'hoops',
In places bulldozed.
Now scenes where people,
Dump their garbage.
And toss trash as they pass.

Cemented still they sit to sip,
On the last drips of liquor.
A 5th of a shared favorite.
And bragging who can,
Dunk their balls...
For old and relocated,
Neighborhood fans.
And...
Without not one to move,
From either group...
Gathered to brag what they then
In their youth to do,
Can prove...
With balls!
Nowhere to have them,
Used to witness.
Or be convinced...
It was with balls they ever had
At all!
To do from stoops.
Stupored and drooped over!