Ring of Truth
It’s not with finger, you’ll wear this ring
It’s to be worn with heart and soul
For there was a man who wore it proud
From whom, death took its toll
He knew one day, the ring would find
Its way to the destined one
So wear it proudly for him now
You are that man’s only son
You may not know, he loved you so
But life has a way to turn
It’s with grief, you take possession
But with hope that you will learn
The man, from where the ring had come
Was strong, proud and true
A sickness came, stole him away
But he left this ring for you
You may harbor anger, that’s your right
That may never go away
Remember, there was a man who loved you so
With this ring, carry him, today
When my brother died, he was wearing a claddagh ring I had given to him when he was sent
to the Persian Gulf during wartime there. It was my ring and I told him to bring it back to
me. His son was 1 year old when he died and I hadn't been able to locate him until last year
and now he's 17 and he told me that his mom (the devil) told him that I took his fathers ring
when he died. I sent it to him along with this poem because I didn't have the heart to tell him
the truth.
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