The Ole Possum Poem by Lamar Cole

The Ole Possum



I remember how I almost cried.
The day that George Jones died.
A piece of traditional country music has passed away.
Whose voice is missed in every way.

The man who sang he stopped loving her today.
She thinks I still care.
I don't need your rocking chair.

George now again sings sweet duets with Tammy.
Floating among the clouds.
At night look at the shining moon.
And still hear the Ole Possum croon.

Tuesday, June 6, 2017
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