Old Tim Poem by Francis Duggan

He Is not the town's greatest ever athlete
Though at thousands of athletic meetings he did compete
In his many years of competing few wins to his name
But he only runs for the enjoyment and not for the fame

In his mid seventies his best years long gone
But true to his love of competing he keeps on jogging on
Road and track races remain a big part of Tim's life
And his greatest fan is Ann his wife

From training on roadways his wrinkled arms, legs and face bronzed from the wind and sun
But it is for enjoyment he only does run
The hair on his balding head is silver gray
The man who loves jogging does jog every day

In athletics he never did know of renown
Perhaps the oldest athlete living in the town
Twelve times a grandfather he shows the wear of time
He is half a century beyond his physical prime

Though the town has produced many better athletes than Tim
For his longevity and durability there are few to equal him
His physical best years in the forever gone
But true to his love of jogging he keeps on jogging on.