It's Never Too Late Poem by Ron Stock

This poem's about Aunt Flo and Uncle Jim,
he always loved her but she never loved him.
But they got together anyway when each was about twenty
and bought a ranch in West Texas, 'cause my Uncle Jim had a plenty.
They were married over 50 years with cattle, hogs, an' kids,
then in less than 50 hours their ro-mance hit the skids
when Aunt Flo's high school sweetheart Too Tall Slim called
on Aunt Flo's 75th birthday and said, 'Howdy y'all.'

Slim came to visit Flo and to make a long story short
their flame was rekindled on my Uncle Jim's home court.
They played games with Jim to avoid a big fight,
then snuck away from the ranch in the middle of the night.
Aunt Flo in green nightgown and white tennis shoes,
Too Tall Slim with a bum ticker, and nothing to lose.
They crossed, el rio grande into old Mexico,
and bought, a leetle casita, on el oceano Pacifico.

Remember:

It's never too late to have fun in your life,
especially if you're not, husband and wife.
My Aunt Flo followed her dreams before her time was up
'cause she knew in her seventies the end could be abrupt.
Loving two men, Uncle Jim an' Too Tall Slim,
'cause she was tired of living, proper and prim.
Yes, she was damn tired of living proper and prim.

Now Uncle Jim took the loneliness 'til about year three,
then wrapped his SUV around an ooool' pecan tree.
Aunt Flo went to the funeral and collected Jim's ashes,
Too Tall Slim collected the guilt and beat his soul with lashes.
When Slim's heart finally gave out, Aunt Flo put him to the flames,
now she sleeps between two urns filled with men's remains.
On the nightstand to her left rests the ashes of Uncle Jim,
and on the nightstand to her right, the ashes of Too Tall Slim.