Wednesday, February 2, 2011

You See That Old Fellow

You see that old fellow his hair silver gray
He came from a Country from here far away
A village in Italy north east of Rome
He has grown old far south of his first ever home
Three decades ago his wife died suddenly
She did not live to grow old only fifty three
He has known of life's ups and downs the laughter and the tears
And he looks rather well for a man of his years
He has lived for four score and ten years in time quite a span
He is not your average ordinary man
With twenty great grandchildren his seed will live on
Long after the breath of life from him has gone
In the neighbourhood where he has lived for years he's well liked and well known
A self sufficent person he lives on his own.

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