Papa
i suppose papa was a proud man
he never said much
the most i ever heard papa talk
was when he prayed in church
papa was an old man
when i reached this world
but honest and respected man
papa certianly was
papa was the Abraham
who had sons like Issac
he was also Jacob in the land
that God promised and gave him
365 acres, one for each day of the year
why God gave it to papa
i can see very clear
in his old old age
they moved him to the city
because of hardening artries
it was a pity
in a house where he could not do much
papa was stranded and losing touch
sometimes papa would wonder off
looking for his land
i guess thats what made him
made him feel like a man
it was the first time i ever saw
what happens to the mind
we had to bathe him and change him
it was always a fight
even in his old age
papa still had his might
that was when we visited
and that was all right
i feel sorry for my cousin
who did it every single night
the days came when they sent papa to the home
after that it was'nt very long
we buried papa not far from here
not on his land but at least he's near
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