|Voices on the Wind||Voices on Aging|
He Gave Me a Jaguar by m.e.jackson He gave me a Jaguar on my Seventieth birthday – this Son of mine who looks like His father but has a heart Like his mother. Surrounded by four doors of Gold, I drive down route 3 Passing everyone while my Graying small head rises above A short aging body. Today I feel like somebody – Something his father could Never do for me. Love on four Wheels with a sun roof and an Engine that purrs.