Dennis Cardiff: Poems and Prose

The Silver Fox

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by

D Cardiff
in

   
fox
   
slouching
in forgotten tap-rooms
dirty old men,
forgotten old men,
slop piss colored beer
from, wet, dripping glasses.
the hollow din,
the retelling of the good old days,
echoes sadly
as life quickly passes.

“They used to call me ‘The Silver Fox’
What do you think of that?
They used to care.”

an empty glass crashes
to the muddy floor.

“I guess I’ll be hitting the street tonight.
Sleep in an alley tonight.
Nobody cares.”

slouching
in forgotten tap-rooms
dirty old men,
forgotten old men,
slop piss colored beer.
nobody cares…

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3 responses to “The Silver Fox”

  1. Kris Avatar
    Kris

    Beautiful. Made me wish I could extend a hand to see if help would be wanted. To listen is to care.

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    1. denniscardiff Avatar
      denniscardiff

      Hi Chris, this is about a real event that I witnessed when I was about 20 years old. I was very moved by this speech. I asked my brother how we could help him. He said, “Don’t get involved. Everybody here is down on their luck, that’s why they drink here where the beer is cheap. You can’t help them all.”

      Later at home I put into words my somewhat drunken impressions of the evening. We can’t help everybody, but everybody can help somebody.

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      1. Kris Avatar
        Kris

        I tried, once, helping someone who was in this situation. He rebuffed my young twenty something self and I was so confused. I grew up, but I still want to help.

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