A Rambling Man

What’s the point of recording

The barely coherent ramblings

Of an eighty seven year old man

Some of my blog readers must think

I'm insane from time to time

To which I would like to reply

We all do ramble sometimes

Richard a bit more than most perhaps

But the fact is

I love the old man

I really do

He reminds me

Of so many others

Being a representative

Or stand-in for those

Long since departed

Including my own old man
And he’s also pretty remarkable

In his own right

As Michel and I hope

You’ll take a few minutes

To see for yourself

In fact he’s Zelig-like

And sometimes looks

Like Woody Allen

When he smiles wryly
And cocks his head to the side

Or taps his cigar like Groucho
As he asks a passerby
Do you like to rumba?

Well then pick a rumba 
From one to ten

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If you are interested in learning more about Richard, please visit the blog I have started about my current writing project - a biographical poem I'm writing (in collaboration with my friend Michel Delsol) about an 87 year old man called the Life and Times of Richard Musto.