Rudy’s Gang

Aged men, disparaged, disenfranchised, disempowered, mostly alone
Not many blame any but themselves
I’m the same, and like them, own what brought us here
Sure there are a few that keep running the barge up the river of denial

Lives went south and not for holiday
A few hold fast to making a better life
Never say never is something I hold fast
Day after dreary day we visit a small sanctuary to pass our time

On occasion the usual camaraderie is dispelled with temper
For some it is the only passion they have retained
Most enjoy the company of their peers and the banter that ensues
In some instances real friendships are formed

Some of us won’t quit, some of us already have
Fear seems to be nonexistent in this place we share
I think it is because there is nothing left to fear down here
Time is the only real enemy because there is just to much of it

Brave faces on braver souls in concert with the false bravado of a few
Only those who live it know which is which
Yet we all manage to coexist here
Sorry and thankful that we have somewhere at all

G.R. Hambley
11/2014

Dedicated to the men and staff of “The Good Neighbours Club”, Toronto, ON