General Poetry posted May 29, 2016 Chapters: 3 4 -5- 6... 


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A poem

A chapter in the book People

Jo Jo's Ride

by Bill Schott


Jo Jo was the last to drive the auto
He parked it by the fence for them to see
So proud he was of what that car had meant
To a boy without an ancestry

He was a swaddled castoff on our step
We reared him in our home as one of ours
Did our best to raise him up a man
Who'd love the feel of home yet seek the stars

How could we know his time was short on earth
A heart so strong should never cease to beat
but just as he had come from somewhere else
he left us with a life not quite complete

We found him by the fence inside his car
He'd worked for months to buy it from a friend
So proud he was of what that car had meant
He was in it, and his glory, at the end.

 

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