I Remember Zimmy Poem by Rev. Dr. A. Jacob Hassler

Oh, i remember Zimmy
Quiet, anxious, and young

But you never could believe a single damn word
That fell from Zimmy’s tongue

He’d play that beat-up guitar of his
Everyday in Maggie’s barn

Singin’ about some jilted maiden
Or spinnin’ some great yarn

he wasn’t much of a musician
he didn’t have much of a voice

but when he cranked out those crazy stories,
Zimmy really made some noise!

They say he packed his few possessions
And put his thumb out on the road

He disappeared from our small town
Headed out east, i’m told

None of us have heard from him since
Most of us doubt we will

As i walk by Old Maggie’s homestead
I think of Zimmy still...

Saw Zimmy’s New York face
On the cover of some hot shot magazine

Said he wrote a far-out song
About a man who played the tambourine

Said he wrote a far-out song
About a man who played the tambourine