Michael Seeger Poet Elegy

Dad's Faith

DAD’S FAITH

At the end, there were too many days
And dust, not from his own plodding.

The warmer memories of his best days
In ways fell past; now there was nodding.

I’d heard of those with greater faith,
But had really nothing to compare;

Ill health had reduced him to a wraith,
Though he didn’t much seem to care.

Spring stood empty, but the sky held clouds, 
So the cold rain came as no surprise.

He left us bereft, memory enshrouds;
I can still see the faith in his eyes.

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