| Willy Woodbine... Old Willy, we called him, and that's who he was... old Willy Woodbine, crazy as a fruticake soaked in the juice of the grape and in thoughts of before. Story was he was wounded in the head, in the war, but really he was wounded in the heart. Old Willy stumbled, he stagger, he grumbled... he swore at us kids for laughing at him. Sometimes he sang... so loud, so slurred, the words were all blurred with the liquor he drank and the pains in his head. Old Willy was crazy and some called him lazy but didn't call often and he passed away, on his own on his own. |