Walking Tim

A man in his late seventies his thinning hair silver grey
Walking Time he walks for kilometres every day
A contented fellow free of conceit or guile
When walking he greets everyone with a broad toothy smile
He was a postman in his working life
He never had children or a partner or wife
Quite fit for his years tall, athletic and trim
Walking Tim seems an apt nickname for him
Though he has the physical appearance of an athlete
In walking races in his younger years he never did compete
A handsome looking fellow for one of seventy nine
After tea every evening he drinks one glass of wine
In his semi detached brick unit he lives on his own
And as Waliking Tim he is widely known.