The Tough Old Boy

Too old to jog fast though jogging he enjoy The one known to many as the tough old boy And though in his mid seventies and his hair silver gray He jogs in the park for an hour every day His wife says of him he's not right in the head One day whilst out jogging he will surely dropp dead For fifty two years they've lived as man and wife Though love it does seem has gone out of their life Their oldest grandchild in her early twenties and their better days gone And old father time on them is ticking on Every morning he rises from bed in the dark And jogs in the dawn for an hour in the park His wife says he's not grown any wiser only old and gray He surely will dropp dead whilst jogging one day.