OLD WILL

OLD WILL

Old Will was my neighbor,
and he was quite a wit
Every time a salesman stopped,
he would share a little bit.

Once when one was leaving,
he needed directions, so…
He spoke to Old Will asking,
“where does this dirt road go?”

Old Will gave him this answer,
said; “it’s always been right here,
at least since I was born,
and it’s my eightieth year.”

Now Old Will meant no harm,
just liked to fool around and joke.
Every time you talked to him,
at you a little fun he’d poke.

Then there was that time
he came by the village store,
No one knows what he was after,
They can’t remember anymore.

There are just a few remaining,
but they recount it still.
The story that he told that day,
bringing laughter to the hill.

They say he laughed so hard
they thought that he might die,
as he told them of this fellow
who stopped while passing by.

Old Will had to catch his breath
before the story he could tell,
A stranger asked where the road went,
Was told, in time it went to Hell.

The fellow didn’t hesitate at all
Old Will thought his rebuttal grand.
He’d said; “I think the way it looks,
that’s where I already stand.”

1/22/06
Monty