Jimmy

He is always talking to himself old Jimmy some say he's not right in the head His bungalow once well kept and clean looking from neglect looking more like a shed He is in his mid to late eighties his wife she has been dead for years He no longer goes to the Local he used to enjoy his few beers. He used to be a well dressed fellow though for his appearance he no longer care The clothes on him now looking shabby he does not even comb his gray hair Some say old age can be a punishment to Jimmy those words must apply Yet to life he will keep on clinging he says he is too young to die. One might say he was rather sprightly up to five or six years ago But of late he is getting more feeble he walks with a cane and quite slow He talks to himself as he is walking he does like his own company Yet he is a harmless old fellow wish all were as harmless as he. Some say he is not right in the head though with him I see nothing wrong 'Tis just that he feels a bit lonely and he no longer feels physically strong One day we will all be like Jimmy old age is never anyone's friend And the gray dawning of tomorrow brings us one day nearer our end.