Treasure Island

Francis Duggan

Hans The Octogenarian

From his old Hometown in Germany he lives far away
And the years have left him looking older and gray
The young man of the fifties the octogenarian of today
And time is ticking on as some are known for to say.

Far north of this Country his life's journey began
Old Hans the octogenarian grandfather is a clever man
For one of his years he is full of elan
And he wants to live for as long as he can.

It has been awhile since he has been to Germany
And his old Hometown he may never more see
And though his love of his Home Country remains ever strong
He is happy by the woods of the pied currawong.

A man who has lived through many hard years
And for the past he does not have any tears
His better days to the forever have gone
But Hans does love life and he wants to live on.

Submitted: Thursday, October 15, 2009

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