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My Father
In years gone by, there lived a young man;
Strong of will, for his beliefs he'd stand.
Rash and impetuous, his emotions ran deep;
Yet his word was his bond, his promise he'd keep.
Though only a youth, he knew the horrors of war,
Endured many hardships, and sufferings bore.
He met a young woman who captured his heart;
Their love was true, that was the start.
The man became husband, and the woman his wife;
Their road was not easy, but they walked it for life.
His wife bore him children, a girl and a boy.
Though his burden was greater, so was his joy.
The lessons he'd learned, by determination and sweat;
Of hard work and honesty, paying of debt;
Were passed on to the children in both word and deed;
Thoughtful example, motto, and creed.
Now the young man's grown older, and the children gone,
Scattered like seeds on a freshly tilled lawn.
Some may grow wild, and some straight and true,
Yet wherever they go, and whatever they do
They'll remember the life of the father who cared;
The lessons he taught, the love that he shared.
When their own trials come, as ever they do,
They'll remember their parents, whose love was so true.
Strong of will, for his beliefs he'd stand.
Rash and impetuous, his emotions ran deep;
Yet his word was his bond, his promise he'd keep.
Though only a youth, he knew the horrors of war,
Endured many hardships, and sufferings bore.
He met a young woman who captured his heart;
Their love was true, that was the start.
The man became husband, and the woman his wife;
Their road was not easy, but they walked it for life.
His wife bore him children, a girl and a boy.
Though his burden was greater, so was his joy.
The lessons he'd learned, by determination and sweat;
Of hard work and honesty, paying of debt;
Were passed on to the children in both word and deed;
Thoughtful example, motto, and creed.
Now the young man's grown older, and the children gone,
Scattered like seeds on a freshly tilled lawn.
Some may grow wild, and some straight and true,
Yet wherever they go, and whatever they do
They'll remember the life of the father who cared;
The lessons he taught, the love that he shared.
When their own trials come, as ever they do,
They'll remember their parents, whose love was so true.
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My Father
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