Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Batchelor Joe

His name may never be seen on a memorial wall
But of gifts he possesses the greatest of all
And this is compassion his sort are so rare
Of the needs and feelings of others he is always aware
In his mid seventies the likeable, kind and caring Batchelor Joe
Is showing his age time has become his foe
Anne the woman he loved forty five years ago in a motoring accident died
By a cruel stroke of fate of his soulmate he was denied
The only love in his life she was loving, caring and kind
One soulmate in his lifetime any man is lucky to find
At a young age the Reaper of lives from him took the love of his life
The beautiful woman who was to become his wife
And Joe in his seventies performs kind acts every day
By helping those in need of helping just for love not for pay.

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