He may live far so far from France <br />But old Michel can sing and dance <br />And he can party on till late <br />If there's something to celebrate <br /> <br />But still he grieves for Marie his wife <br />The one great love of his long life <br />And those who know the old man say <br />That dance from him keeps grief away. <br /> <br />She had been with him for forty five years <br />And she shared with him life's joys and tears <br />And she raised their children Joe and Sue <br />And until her end to him stayed true <br /> <br />Last year the reaper for her came <br />And without her life for him is not the same <br />But life must go on or so they say <br />And suppose it has always been this way. <br /> <br />Michel will not die with regret <br />And there's lots of living in him yet <br />And though a part of him has died <br />He still retains his brighter side. <br /> <br />Last June he turned seventy four <br />Though he looks sixty not much more <br />And old Michel he sing and dance <br />Far distant from the shores of France<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/michel/
