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

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