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All alone my father use to ride
On the long lonely streets
That runs through cane fields’
While we are warm under our sheets

My father was very hard working
And he always had a smile to show
Even when he had a lot of pressure
He would never let any one know

He use to work in the railways
He was an operator of a train
When the government shut it down
Then he was jobless for while again

 He would work his garden everyday
Can still see him with a cutlass in his hand
He was the best person I ever know
He was the perfect gentleman

My father never drinks or smokes
Never heard him say a bad word
And he never once complain
Although he was carrying a heavy load

And no matter how sick he was
He never misses a day of fasting
And everyday would go to the mosque
Even if it had storm and rain

Then he got a job in Voss government school
That still is on gasparilo junctions
Up till today they all remembers him
And says he was the perfect gentle man

Every year he had 3 nights of prayers
Starts on Friday and use to end on Sunday
Had Muslim, Hindu and Christian speakers
With food and desserts to eat and take away


Every night he would sit on the table
Learning to read Arabic from the Quran
And in the local mosque in usine
They all wanted him to be the imam

But my father recommends some one else
He admired and is a better public lecturer
So sailor boy becomes the imam
And he become the mosque treasurer

A post he holds for over 35 years
He was a man of such great character 
He match contributions with his money
When he got sick it had $40 thousand extra
 
And all my father brothers and sisters
They all lead by example to show
So that their children and grandchildren
Have the right footsteps to follow

And from mayaro beach Manzanilla
To Marabella gopauls land
Though out the whole of Trinidad
he was known as the perfect gentleman
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