Once there was a kindly sort of fellow, In love with life and, sweetly, turning mellow. Love was his from a most precious daughter. With faith and truth, he loved her like he aught to. Amy,sweet Amy, Jim's dear rose.
Always when he writes I picture smiles, in every weather, over oceans, miles. Love is his because he's Amy's dad. With girls like that, no wonder Jim is glad. Amy, sweet Amy, Jim's dear rose.
Hi My name is Jim been writing poetry for nine years started on AOL with a few new friends on a tuesday night poetry night. We would meet and post poetry and learn from each other and I learned a lot .. more..