By Eric Greinke

When Harold was young,

he played drums in a band.

Eventually, he became the leader.

As a young man, he was tall & proud.

He held the center of any room,

holding forth, cracking loud jokes.

He learned tool & die, but soon

was put in charge of the plant.

He got awards, & retired

to a lakefront home

with a cabin cruiser.

After he retired, he repaired things

around the neighborhood, until

everything was under control, then

he grew bored, had a stroke, & took

his hard-earned final promotion.




Eric Greinke’s work has appeared in numerous magazines and anthologies, most recently Gargoyle, Main Street Rag, Schuylkill Valley Journal, Poem, The Aurorean, and Forge.  He has collaborated extensively with other poets, and is working on a book about it, to be titled In the 3rd Person.  Three of his essays appear in the soon to be published anthology Poetry

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