Old Indian

My brother once told me there was an old Indian that graced our place. Well, grace might not be the perfect description. I think "Old Indian" was more of a hindrance. He used to talk to me when I was down. He would chant and chant. I used to tell "Old Indian" to please go away! But he wouldn't

He stayed til the day I left Louisiana. I remember him chanting at me as I waited for the hurricanes to come by. One destroyed my home and others just left me wondering why. I lost everything..family, homes, pets, and memories. But the last I knew..before I flew up here to Ontario.. I had a bonfire at my old property down there. I sat and I sang to old John Prine songs. But "Old Indian" said.. I will be with you wherever you go!" I don't think I want him anymore. He has to stay there and I have to stay here. Old Indian.. please leave me alone.