Jim
I wrote this poem, in a pub, for a very young 87 year old who is obviously loved by his friends and family.
Jim belongs to the following groups:
AFRICAN ART AND PHOTOGRAPHY, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Art in Math, Everyday Life, Live, Love, Dream: , Men Appreciation, Of Noble Birth, Short stories - Spherical Scriptings, United Kingdom and West Midlands UKWe all love Jim
You should just see him
He can remember being 11
And soon he will be 87
Wandering around the land
Giving the old folks a helping hand
A smile here
A cheery word there
You could always tell
When Jim is near
Saying “howdy do” to an old dear
Helping out whenever he could
Getting water, chopping wood
Now sitting quietly as he reflects
On where he’ll end up next
After a life of toil and stress
He still has time to say, “God Bless”
Sitting, watching, the world go by
Friendly to all, even the shy
Sipping at the occaional drink
Now with even more time to think
Many years getting up at dawn
So tired at times. he could hardly yawn
Wishing everyone all the best
Putting his feet up, having a rest
Yes we all love Jim
Don’t know what we’d do without him.
c. Shirley P Cooper August 2008
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