TRIBUTE TO LEONARD FLYNN JANUARY 1982

TRIBUTE TO LEONARD FLYNN JANUARY 1982

Leonard Flynn was my great uncle.  He was born on  August 25, 1895 and died on his birthday 62 years later on July 25, 1957.

He didn’t write the following poem, but here follows a poem that someone who loved him took the time to write.  I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did

LEONARD THE FIRST

 

TWAS THE WEEK AFTER CHRISTMAS
AND FROM ALL THROUGH THE LAND
THE CLAN WAS ASSEMBLING
TO PAY TRIBUTE TO THE MAN

ON PREVIOUS BIRTHDAYS
HE’S BEEN HEARD TO LAMENT
“BY THE TIME IT’S MY BIRTHDAY
ALL THE MONEY’S BEEN SPENT.”

 

SO ON HIS 90TH BIRTHDAY
TWAS THOUGHT WE’D SURPRISE
AND HAVE A PARTY
UNDER CLEAVER DISGUISE.

 

HE STILL HAD HIS GARDEN
AT 89 – PLUS
A SHINING EXAMPLE
TO THE REST OF US.

 

HE TAKES MOUNDS OF COOKIES
TO HIS BEDROOM AT NIGHT
AND WAITS FOR A NEW DAY
AND THE NEXT “GUIDING LIGHT”.

 

“O WHERE ARE MY SLIPPERS”?
TO THE MOTHER HE’LL SHOUT
SHE USUALLY HURRIES –
THAT SHELLALAGH’S GOT CLOUT.

 

HE MAKES IT TO BLAINEYS
ABOUT ONCE IN TWO YEARS –
LOOKS OVER THE FLOWERS
WHILE THEY LOWER HIS EARS

 

HE LOOKS OUT HIS FRONT WINDOW
AT THE WHEELERS AND DEALERS
AND PONDERS OF SUZIE,
THE APARTMENT AND KEELERS.

 

HE SPEAKS OF HIS DOCTOR
IN WORDS NOT OF PRAISE,
“BY THE JUDAS I’LL SWITCH EM”
THE PATRIARCH SAYS.

 

HE LOVES HIS GRANDCHILDREN TOO,
AND SAYS “I HOPE THERE’S NO END
TO THIS WONDERFUL CREW.”

 

HE’S NEVER YET HEARD
OF THE GENERATION GAP.
BUT IF HE DISLIKES WHAT YOU’RE SAYING
HE’LL JUST GO TAKE A NAP.

 

NOW HE SITS HERE AMONG US
WHAT A GLORIOUS SIGHT
AS HE SCANS THOSE AROUND HIM
IN WONDERS DELIGHT.

 

NOW LET’S RAISE OUR GLASSES
TO THIS WONDERFUL MAN
TO THE PATRIARCH LEONARD
THE HEAD OF THE CLAN.

anonymous