Big Red

by Alex Aquarian - Not entered

It was sad to see him go,
he had been there forever,
it seemed.

Through the freezing winds of winter,
the sticky heat of summer,
he never complained.

The cool rains of spring always made him
groan and shiver, he weathered face pained,
but he always carried his load.

I'll miss driving by,
seeing that old Mailpouch Tobacco ad
on his side.  The last remnant of an age
almost passed but refusing to
go without a fight.

Big Red-R.I.P. 1878-1998

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1998-07-30 02:25:30
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:40:27
Poem ID: 50286

You need to log in to edit this poem if it is yours.

View more poems by Alex Aquarian.