Jim The Farmer Poem by Francis Duggan

He sold off all of his milk cows last year at an auction the years have left him looking gray
His son a computer technician works in the City his wife in the cemetery lay
He now farms sheep and beef cattle he will never milk cows ever more
He has just had his seventieth birthday he hopes to outlive the four score.

His father a dairy farmer before him his farm to the son he did pass on
But his own son will be selling the farm when dad to the reaper has gone
To be laid with his wife in the graveyard the farm in the family name
Will be in the name of a stranger I suppose nothing in life stays the same

He says he will live till he die in the farmhouse what better place for him to die
For more than thirty years he lived with his wife there each others company they did enjoy
She was such a beautiful woman so feminine charming and tall
Good memories we always remember and the good times we tend to recall.

A likeable man Jim the farmer quiet spoken and just a tad shy
He has never made himself an enemy and he would not harm a fly
In the farmhouse he was born and raised in and he has lived there all of his life
And when the grim reaper will claim him he will go to join his deceased wife.