At one hundred and eight rather old one can say
The man who loved life he was buried today
It was his love of life that kept him living on
When all of his friends of his younger years to the forever had gone
His genes will live on in the decades ahead
Eighteen times a great grandad his wife is long dead
Some eight decades of years past his physical prime
As human years go he had lived a long time
He died as he slept just after midnight
Against the Reaper of lives he put up a good fight
For each one of us there is a final Spring
This morning the farewell bell for him did ring
By twenty five years he had outlived his wife
He had lived for a long time because he loved life.
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