Jazzo Poem by Francis Duggan

In his younger years Jazzo was not a soldier though of battles he took part in he can tell
And he never was a professional boxer and for wealth and glory never fought from bell to bell
In the local pubs he did all of his fighting some brawls he won and some tough brawls he lost
Old scar tissue around his eyes and front teeth missing for bad behaviour there's a lasting cost.

In his mid fifties the years have made him mellow Jazzo will tell you that brawling's a mug's game
He'd rather not talk of his bar-room battles he looks on that now as a thing of shame
He seldom now goes to the local bar-room and when he does he does not drink much at all
A favourite quote of his is live in the present and some of his past he does not wish to recall.

Gray haired and balding an amiable fellow and from his past experiences he has become wise
In his prime years he was known as a loose cannon his temper it was very quick to rise
But he has learned to control his temper a nice person to talk to and to meet
From his younger years a very different person the changes in him one can say complete.

Sometimes he does call in at the local for to socialize and drink a few beers
But he has not raised his fist in anger at another for at least three decades of years
Devoted to his wife and his adult daughter of his life he has made a success
And like good wine with age he has mellowed and he now knows of only happiness.