Sixty Years Ago
I remember as if it were yesterday
But really it was nigh onto sixty years
Not his face or height or body build somehow
I remember his attitude__character
For his character was one of adventure
One not held to any standard but one of
Freedom of spirit and body and soul __mind
His body showed evidence of this tough 'tude
Over his left eye he wore a strange black patch
Even though he had in his possession a glass eye
He could donn if he wanted to impress__ ladies
In his damaged hand he carried the wood cane
Well first let me tell you about the injured eye
At one time in his life a nail flew backwards
Landed right in that left eye...worked odd jobs
This character that I remember so well
Then that damaged hand was drawn nearly closed
Another one of those odd jobs__saw milling
Cut that hand nearly into on that huge saw
Back then there wasn't much a doctor could do
Now the reason for the wooden cane carried
Got drunk one night and crashed his Model T car
Gas spilled everywhere even onto his pants
And he needed to roll his Prince Albert__match
Here was this man unbroken __ a character
I remember this until now___ sixty years
Have passed and it is as plain as day to me
He never changed never saw the need__ just died
Oh! I did not tell the rest of the story
I guess that I will have to save that__later
I have responsibilities I have keep
On another day I will tell the last__tale
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010
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