The Tough Old Boy Poem by Francis Duggan

Too old to jog fast though jogging he enjoy
The one known to many as the tough old boy
And though in his mid seventies and his hair silver gray
He jogs in the park for an hour every day
His wife says of him he's not right in the head
One day whilst out jogging he will surely dropp dead
For fifty two years they've lived as man and wife
Though love it does seem has gone out of their life
Their oldest grandchild in her early twenties and their better days gone
And old father time on them is ticking on
Every morning he rises from bed in the dark
And jogs in the dawn for an hour in the park
His wife says he's not grown any wiser only old and gray
He surely will dropp dead whilst jogging one day.