An Ode To My Dad~
There was an old man
by an old gate
standing within his garden.
He had worn pants and rusty
tools,
A simple life was his life's
rule.
Work hard and pray
May the Good Lord bless you
He would confidently say.
He was happy to give
and gracious to share
to him everything was worthy
of his tender care.
The sun rose at dawn
with him on his knees
tending to flowers whose
petals
did please.
The sun set at dusk
with him on his knees,
May the Good Lord Bless
all his good deeds.
My Love is Eternally Yours,
Lina
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