Ol’Thumpus McGumpus
By Michael Ard
Ol’ Thumpus McGumpus
Sat on his rumpus
And gazed out over the trees.
He sighed and he frowned,
Put his hand on his crown,
And curled the toes on his feet.
He pondered his days,
And life’s winding maze,
And hoped he chose the right way. “Did I do enough good?”
“Did I give what I could”
“Did I strive to make someone’s day?”
“Did I read enough books?”
“Did I fish enough brooks?”
“Did I love her in every which way?”
But as he looked on
At a night nearly gone
A calm began to take hold.
He realized the years,
Both bitter and sweet,
Worked together to make him complete!
“I did what I could”
“And gave what I should”
“Through the dark and light of each day.”
Ol’ Thumpus McGumpus
Got up off his rumpus
And gazed out over the trees.
He wiped off his frown,
Took his hand off his crown,
And uncurled the toes on his feet.
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