Edwin Takala

Old Ed's Been Around For Eighty Odd Years

Through toil and trouble, triumph, and tears
He spent a lifetime tied to the land
In spite of all problems he thought life was grand
For forty some years he spent teaching school
Though he did some dumb things he was nobody's fool
During the war he served as an infantryman
He survived in good shape when shit hit the fan
He travelled the world; he liked to roam
But come right down to it there's no place like home
He jumped from an airplane at seventy-five
Grandma didn't think he would come out alive
The children surviving have done very well
What more can you ask when the world's going to hell
Don't waste your time mouring, but have a good time
Live while you're alive to the end of the line

Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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