Full fifty years have come and gone
Since I first saw you, very pink.
I loved you from the very start,
Though chiefly as a family link.
But as your own odd charms emerged,
-- When once your Ego was quite free --
Affection all about you surged,
As if there were no family tree.
As time went on, the two combined,
And jogged along through every test.
But love is so insatiate,
A third was soon made manifest.
I found a man in my own town
Who did not let himself despise
The Youth he taught, nor ever failed
To give a joke a chance to rise.
He never dipped his pen in gall,
Though writing hard through every day,
It must be hard to be so kind,
Yet think of something new to say.
(over) [page 2]
He did not hold a solemn creed.
He lived ↑his↓ life with naivete.
Affection flows to him who lives
Because he likes to live that way. [page 3]
↑J. A.
J. Weber's poem
Bips poem
J. A. ↓
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