in the solstice of the winter sun
the old fella seeks what's known
refuge from the morning glum
a place to warm his bones
his verandah lay open there
for all who do pass by
i'm sure if you'd stopped to share
his words would never run dry
a steaming mug of brew
resides by his side
as he settles in his pew
with a smile he cannot hide
no more does he worry
no more does he care
no more does he hurry
his time is now his share
a lifetime of early morns
working hard every day
a lifetime of beautiful dawns
to help him on his way
he's earned his place in the sun
amidst the tar and cane
and wallows in his daily fun
for time is now his gain........