Daddys Way
Daddy was left in Osceola, Iowa
Locked into Alzheimer’s unit
Thirty-six miles from home
He had been a Fuller Brush salesman
He knew his way home
He found his way back on a Sunday
Took out his favorite boat
Honored the lake by dying his way in her waters
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