Jim

For one of ninety five though the hair on his balding head gray

For his age he looks healthy and is feeling quite okay

He says by twenty five years i have outlived Melinda my wife

And our eldest son Tom too has lost his gift of life

Jim was good at football as a young man

But this is going back in time quite a lengthy span

But only the memories in him does last 

Of the sporting fame he knew of in the distant past

From his flat in the retirement village he walks to the park evey day

And says hello to everyone he meets on his way

Like is said time on the best of them eventually does show

His fastest pace nowadays to say the least slow

In his best years he was dark haired and handsome, broad shouldered and tall

And was a champion player in his code of football

But going back the Seasons this seem long ago

And eventually time becomes everyone's foe.