Abenezer Fouts was,
as they called it,
of an advanced age;
he watched the days pass
like chaff on the wind;
he walked through the chaff
doing what needed to be done
or
what really did not need
to be done
as if it was the most important thing
on earth to do it right;
Abenezer scoffed
at all of the changes in his world
that was good perhaps
but
replaced what was better
like living your own life,
like dealing with people personally,
and
the world kept right along a’changing;
so, Abenezer died
leaving many things undone
he meant to do:
you know: chaff on the wind;
they say
if you walk by the graveyard
on the south side of the village
in the deep dark of the night,
you can hear a laugh
near Abenezer’s grave
and
feel the chaff on the wind
touching your face.