The Last Squeeze of Dad's Hand
This is a heart touching moment of sad farewell
To my dear old dad at too younge an age
He was sixty-seven, I was a younge eighteen
Last moment we touched, he squeezed my hand
I fought back my tears as best I could
It was no use, last moment we touched, I cried
It was the last breath of my dad's heart!
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