Jimmy Walker Poem by Francis Duggan

I often see him on the streets of the town
The poor ageing fellow walking up and down
What hair he has left on his head is silver gray
With a walking addiction he walks every day
He does not have children or he never had a wife
And it does seem like walking is his only joy in life
Yet about him he does have a likeable way
And to everyone he meets he does say good day
He does not have friends as such always on his own
But he is one who is well liked and well known
An amiable old fellow he would not harm a fly
Jimmy Walker the nickname that he is known by
Out walking the street in all weather wind, sunshine or rain
Loyal to his addiction he will always remain.