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