About Old Times

About old times have often thought And all the things I should have bought But now only as memories all still exist To write poems people insist and persist. So another new poem I now will write About the time I was flying a kite Wind was bad and there was poor me Whose body was almost blown out to sea. My wife thought I was clever and cute And was a Horn who didn't give a hoot My memories of the past all now fade As I am here now sitting in the shade. God in His great glory will come one day Gladly greet and with Him take me away You're here in heavenly finally at last Gone by has each moment of my past James Thomas Horn