Octogenarian Jim

That red-headed son, a real firecracker Running little Jimmy, a Pistol Out to catch up with his sister When he finds her his intent crystal Clearly the ornery one, out to out gun. His movements through the seasons Driven. His care for his fellows apparent. His love for his wife adorent.

In tumultuous times, much like today, Steered his family thorough the bounty of hate As equality was questioned.He taught everyone who’d listen About the Love that Jesus has given. And in turn created loving families For his children and their offspring.

But the best parts of life Come with fiddle and fife As we get older and are no longer Looking over our shoulder Angry, tired and worked too hard Missing the subtleties of life when on guard.

Now the belly chuckles abound As Grandfather laughs and stirs up a crowd. Now our joyful lives are lived Knowing that we gave her all we had to give. Now this old man that I know Is full of love and always shows Us how important it is to live in the light To love and cherish each other through the night. And as we grow older together We must share the Love (so that we live forever!)