Digger Vance

There once was a man named Digger Vance

Who grew too large for his pants.

He slaved for nickels and died for dimes,

But Digger lived in the best of times.

In a cemetery, he rests alone,

But he made his mark – it’s etched in stone.

 

 

About wfosterwelborn

I was born in a small town in southern Mississippi, but I have traveled the world and completed a career in the U.S. Air Force. I am always exploring and learning new things. From the time I was a young man, I always had the desire to write. With my writing, I want the reader to know that I wish to light a candle in the darkness and hopefully enable others to enjoy life more.

Posted on July 22, 2018, in Poetry, Thoughts and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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