He Jogs In The Park

The silver billed magpie is piping at the close of a wet Autumn day
Yet the weather not too cold and wintery quite typical enough for May
A week from the calendar Winter time does not wait as some do say
The middle aged man in his forties already showing his years in gray
Jogs in the park before his supper as he fights his battle against time
The father of two teenage daughters some fifteen years past his life's prime
One of the football club's finest footballers he now plays with the reserve team
The club's greatest premiership player in football he achieved his dream
His best football years are behind him though for to keep the kilos down
In the evening before work after supper he jogs in the park of the town
In all Seasons and in all sorts of weather in wind, rain or hail or sunshine
He jogs after work in the evening and after supper has one glass of wine
He jogs in the park in the twilight as the rain drizzles from the gray sky
The silver billed magpie is piping and the crows to their roosting trees fly.