Grandfather tales
Grandfather the second, time
Birthing is passive for us males
Now from reason to rhyme
To regale mates with proud tales
To the backburner, aches and pains
Proudly ,in awe the spirit soars
As the earth is pounded with rains
Blessings emerge from her pores
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