It was just a annual dinner For the fundraisers and their lot The seating was prearranged A mixture of who and what I had an old fella next to me Who didn’t mind a drink And the questions that he asked Made me stop and think He was just shy of eighty With a chuckle you’d admire And he queried me on everything As I searched for his desire But my ears tweaked with intent As he spoke of his friend A woman of ninety three He’d support till the end They’d been friends for years And she was nursing home bound But he visited her everyday To take her all around us Everyday and in every way He’d make her life a joy Never a doubt in his words No time left to be coy.........
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Posted: Jun 2019
About this poem:
This fella was the epitome of the Lions function .........dedicated and loyal to the very end .......for AJ
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