Watermelon
Wine
I was sittin' in Miami, pouring blended whiskey
down When this old gray, black gentleman was cleaning up the
lounge. "How old do you think I am," he said? I said, well, I
didn't know. He said, "I turned 85 about 11 months ago."
There wasn't anyone around, except this old man and
me. The guy who ran the bar was watching his TV. Uninvited, he
sat down and opened up his mind On old dogs and children and
watermelon wine.
"Ever had a drink of watermelon wine," he asked. He
told me all about it, though I didn't answer back. "Ain't but
three things in this world that's worth a solitary dime, But old
dogs and children and watermelon wine."
He said, "Women think about themselves, when men-folk
ain't around. And friends are hard to find when they discover
that you're down." He said, "I tried it all when I was young and
in my natural prime, Now it's old dogs and children and
watermelon wine."
"Old dogs care about you even when you make
mistakes. God bless little children while they're still to young
to hate." When he moved away I found my pen and copied down that
line About old dogs and children and watermelon wine.
I had to catch a plane up to Atlanta that next
day. As I left for my room I saw him picking up my
change. That night I dreamed in peaceful sleep of shady
summertime, Of old dogs and children and watermelon
wine.
Author Unknown
Watermelons
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