At seventy years, Jon’s journey unfolds, With tales of wisdom and laughter untold. He jests and jibes at Trump with flair, A satirist’s charm in the cool mountain air. In the woods, where his spirit finds freedom anew, He meets bears in silence, as though they both knew — A shared understanding, a truce they declare, In moments of wildness, beyond the world's glare. With a wink and a smirk, he strolls through the years, Old enough for courage, too young for fears. Jon, the jester of life's grand parade, In wit and wild whispers, his legacy is made.