MR. BROWN, THE GAS STATION MAN
by Gene Minix
He spent his whole life
At the little station downtown.
He always made your day brighter
When you came around.
He pumped your gasoline
And he checked the oil.
Made sure the radiator was full
So it would not boil.
He checked each tire,
Washed the windshield, too.
Mr. Brown the gas station man
Always took care of you.
He'd wipe his hands
Of the grease and grime
And share a soda with you.
He always took the time
To talk with you about family
And things in town.
He knew everybody
And everybody knew Mr. Brown.
He's been gone now for sometime
And today they're tearing the old station down.
Another landmark of yesterday gone
But the kind memories still abound.
Things are a lot different today.
Not many stations like his around.
But I tell you the country could use
Some friendly men like Mr. Brown.
© Copyright 2013, by Gene Minix.
All rights reserved.