Jimmy Doyle Wright
Jimmy Doyle Wright
Born: 7/29/1948 Died: 4/4/2016
Written: by Tom Wright
Jim was a loving, husband, father, and brother;
Who will be remembered by most for his wit.
Jimmy’s life began like a breeze
Whispering through thirsty grass,
And terminated like a wagon wheel
That was two years dry of grease.
Warring with death, he became,
Battle hardened as a Bois d’arc tree;
The bloodier his prognosis became,
The more abundant were his sharks;
Not once, did his witticism submit to pain,
Nor did he lose faith as he battled.
But when time runs out clock hands stop,
All things, too soon, come to an end.
* 2nd Timothy 4:7
Jim has plowed his field
And now his harness hangs in the barn.
Tom
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2020
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