A Devoted Man

In Grantville off the highway by the sea The old man walks the mudflats every day With hunched shoulders he slowly shuffles on And he looks distinguished in his own quiet way. With eyes cast down as if searching for something I once asked local man i felt might know Whatever is the old man searching for? 'His wife's lost wedding ring lost years ago'. For two hours each day he search the man went on For ring that has been lost ten years or more For past ten years for two hours every day He must have walked ten thousand miles of shore. He made a promise to his dying wife That before he'd die her lost ring he would find For years he's searched these mudflats up and down And thoughts of lost ring seldom leave his mind. He must be at least eighty years i said Quite close the man replied he's eighty two For years he has been searching for her ring And to his promise to her he keeps true. I know at least of one devoted man He's eighty two and his hair is silvery gray And he keeps a promise to his long dead wife By searching for her lost ring every day.