The Elder Farmer Had It All

In the rice field, the elder farmer knows what he has to go through every day, Every time he hides the fatigue of years in a smile, His fez speaks for him,,,, The routine in his time is scandalous; Hiding in his big hat from the sun so he can skip the admonition, The rain is healing what the medicine couldn't heal, Sometimes with a pause, he takes a break to offload the traffic in a shortcut in an Island, He waits for the smiles of gratitude to feel a bit precious.