Jimmy And Rosalynn Carter Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The big house empty, day so clear,
A powerful man, no longer here.
Leader of all, with much to say,
But votes were counted, he went away.

To Georgia small, his home so plain,
A little house, through sun and rain.
No fancy cars, no grand estate,
Just simple living, sealed by fate.

Some men chase fame, with speeches bright,
Or sit on boards, in golden light.
But Jimmy chose a different way,
To help and serve, day after day.

He found a need, with hammer and saw,
Building homes, without a flaw.
With Rosalynn, his wife so true,
They worked with others, me and you.

Through years they toiled, both old and grey,
Helping families, come what may.
A scraped-up face, a fall so deep,
Still to the site, their promise to keep.

Thousands of homes, in lands afar,
Beneath the sun, or evening star.
Not as a boss, but friend and guide,
With neighbors working, side-by-side.

He didn't want praise, or thanks so grand,
Just to lend a helping hand.
He lived so long, a hundred years,
To show us all, beyond our fears.

For power fades, it cannot stay,
But kindness done, lights up the way.
With simple tools, and heart so wide,
A lasting love, with his dear bride.