They called him Jim
Tall and thin with a manner that made trust easy and comforting like a cooling breeze.
Not a man without his sins but goodness remained even when surrounded by slander and distain.
Intelligence is his safe and his shield even if at time too much or too little was revealed.
They called him Jim
Through the ages he had always been in between two options neither good or bad
Yet whichever choice was made he was held to the price that was to be paid
Feet remained firmly on the ground, conviction and dedication always profound in ways that could astound.
Neither a hero or a villain, whether listening to some records by Bob Dylan, or filing the line at an ever growing queue
There was a special element about the man they called Jim that inspired confidence and concern whenever I saw him.
They called him Jim
Not a man without goodness or sin
Always on the steady path even if certain decisions lead to a turbulent aftermath
True to his words and rare ever absurd,
He accomplished a great deal and one day in the future a time will come when he May be more than just a fellow called Jim,
And become the James he always had been.
But for now he’s just a man called Jim
Count your lucky stars if you ever get to see him.