Old Uncle Jake

Old Uncle Jake By Elton Camp Jake, in his heyday, was a mighty man He could do as much work as any can He created for himself a comfortable life Surrounded by children and loving wife The children grew up and moved away At the home place Jake and wife did stay About five years ago, Aunt Sally died It was only in private that old Jake cried After that, things were never the same Even the house so run-down became Jake had lost all the sparkle from his eyes That his health began to fail was no surprise He was sitting on his porch with bowed head And when I lifted his hat, I found he was dead