Monday, January 3, 2011

The Bernese

A stranger on the streets he often walks up and down
The gray haired fellow from the far away town
In his seventy fifth year his best days long gone
The best years of his life to the forever gone
Without any children he never had a wife
And at present without a woman in his life
His English is good not hard to understand
The fellow from Bern in far Switzerland
Yet the accent he brought with him he does retain
That part of the old Country in him does remain
He came to this Country fifty three years ago
One who never made many friends but never made a foe
In his twenty second year when his hair was dark brown
The now gray haired fellow from the far away town.

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