The old buzzard stood by the fence
He did not care
What you thought
Or said
Or what pain you felt.
Much like that giant bird
Floating on the updraft
With wings wide casting a big shadow,
He let you know
With the tip of a hat
Or a smile half hidden
That some day you may be
A buzzard too…
But not quite yet!
Until then you would
Care….
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*thank you Dianne Tolley over at On the Border
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