Old Pop

The clock on his life ticks away
He has known a far better day
His wife’s remains in Nature’s bosom lay
And the years have left him looking gray.

His children their best days have seen
And his oldest great grand-child has turned nineteen
Old pop the Winter did survive
But he looks his age eighty five.

He loves life and to life he does cling
But he will live through another Spring
Unsteady on his feet and fragile and lame
He walks with the aid of a walking frame.

Six decades since he was in his prime
And in human years that’s a long time
But he loves life Pop the aged man
And he will live for as long as he can.