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Daddys Lament
Write a Lament is what they say So I’m going to tell you about the saddest day. It was summertime with parades in the heat, Daddy was humming as he climbed in the driver seat. Mom said you shan’t wear those old coveralls, Go change you funny man, but daddy wasn’t one to stall Off they went my daddy and my son, They had a parade to enter they were on the run. In an old truck with four ponies aboard, The cart hitch on as that was all he could afford. They took the ride into the city Grandpa joked with the boy, both rather smart and witty. A time later I followed with the younger son, It promised to be a day of family and fun. Until I got close to the Destination, I saw flashing lights And feel the weight of devastation. I knew that boy I knew that truck I jumped out and ran, into an ambulance my head did duck Yes, it was my daddy who had collapsed and gone down. While hitching up with horses in this busy town. I knew that he was gone as I took his hand. I heard the subs of a boy that now needed to be a man. “Son can you get this rig on home?” He was too young to do it alone. Nonetheless, his grandpa had taught him to be strong in the heat. Because that day my son became a man as he climbed grandpas driver seat.
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