Bob (Grandpa) Tucker,My Old Friend</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=48.htm>Bob (Grandpa) Tucker</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>My Old Friend</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b><p>Old childhood friend, I fear it’s true,<br>That time has put its brand on you.<br>Your face has grown more rounded now,<br>With wrinkles deep across your brow.<br>The eyebrows thick about your eyes,<br>Long lobes form ears like butterflies.<br>Your cheeks do puff but I suppose<br>They complement your Roman nose.<br>Above thin lips is fuzzy hair.<br>Strong effort made to grow it there.<br>Detracts from what we men all dread,<br>The hair is gone upon your head.<br>Your chin just adds to aging trouble.<br>My pal, I think they call it double.<br>Your suit is nice, you’re great in blue<br>But the coat is sorta tight on you.<br>It’s difficult to name your type:<br>Not old, not fat--just overripe.<br>It seems old age is growing nearer,<br>Each time I view you in the mirror. </p></b></font><hr color=0000ca size=3></blockquote></blockquote><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk5.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk5.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>