With your mower and your rake you're working on the lawn, 
cleaning up on a Tuesday or a Saturday. It's a routine 
that I've learned to count upon. In your house I wonder 
what you do with all your time. Do you play a game of 
Yahtzee by the telephone, hoping that your sons will call 
to say hello? Mister, you're eighty-five, and still 
you're forging your embattlement. Mister, you're still 
alive, and you don't mind how all your days are spent.