I REMEMBER JACK


 He was a wanderer, a young man seeking peace,


 War tears many families apart, a mystery was Jack.


 Appeared did he on a roadside one day, I did change,


 Something strange about a man who came from the past.


 I remember a man named Jack who granted me a wish,


 I did not make that wish and Jack had to go far away,


 He made it for me as I saw him again one day.


A much older me, I did not know happiness was for me,


 Jack died in nineteen forty four, long before I was 
 Born.

                 Keith Garrett