What a lovely old man passing by
At this beach I hold with a sigh
Frail in figure but not in life
His eyes sparkling with mischievious strife
An English veteran from the second world war
He'd rather not talk about that anymore
But dwelled on the fact he had shared a great life
A marriage of sixty years with his Australian wife
A farmer a breeder of King island beef
With natural salt licks from the Tasman sea
Made his cattle better than most
With his charming accent he did boast
The irony to this he says with a grin
Is he became vegetarian it's not a sin
Grumbling good with a thumbs up he'd say
As we spoke about beautiful Horseshoe Bay
With crooked fingers and a wry smile
He reveals the secret to a marriage worthwhile
Respect and love each other every day
Both hands on his cane to balance his sway
It took me while to work out his age
Until he says I am on the wrong page
1925 was the year I was born
90 years young and not forlorn
A charming spirit drifted in with the breeze
Silent his footsteps warming his ease.....