the curmudgeon

he’s a difficult man

well known through the town

an unfriendly coot

with a permanent frown

daily seen in a terrible mood

short-tempered

offending

unflinchingly rude

living just feet

from the door to his life

witness to the grumbling

he makes of his life

i can also attest

to the flash of his smile

to his generous nature

(when not being vile)

It takes very little

to stir up a fuss

to feel the sharp sting

of this old sourpuss

yet being good neighbors

to his sort in the past

we found simple kindness

sweetens sour moods fast

it doesn’t take much

to shed light on the dark

to simply accept

that there’s bite and there’s bark

that below the rough surface

all calloused and dry

beats a sensitive heart

lives a pretty nice guy

so i try to turn cheek

to his commonplace gripes

to the misplaced resentment

he’s let run his life

a constant reminder

how to live and let live

to accept what we can

and to give what we give