The Perfect Gentle Man

All alone my father use to ride On the long lonely streets That runs through cane fields’ While we are warm under our sheets My father was very hard working And he always had a smile to show Even when he had a lot of pressure He would never let any one know He use to work in the railways He was an operator of a train When the government shut it down Then he was jobless for while again He would work his garden everyday Can still see him with a cutlass in his hand He was the best person I ever know He was the perfect gentleman My father never drinks or smokes Never heard him say a bad word And he never once complain Although he was carrying a heavy load And no matter how sick he was He never misses a day of fasting And everyday would go to the mosque Even if it had storm and rain Then he got a job in Voss government school That still is on gasparilo junctions Up till today they all remembers him And says he was the perfect gentle man Every year he had 3 nights of prayers Starts on Friday and use to end on Sunday Had Muslim, Hindu and Christian speakers With food and desserts to eat and take away Every night he would sit on the table Learning to read Arabic from the Quran And in the local mosque in usine They all wanted him to be the imam But my father recommends some one else He admired and is a better public lecturer So sailor boy becomes the imam And he become the mosque treasurer A post he holds for over 35 years He was a man of such great character He match contributions with his money When he got sick it had $40 thousand extra And all my father brothers and sisters They all lead by example to show So that their children and grandchildren Have the right footsteps to follow And from mayaro beach Manzanilla To Marabella gopauls land Though out the whole of Trinidad he was known as the perfect gentleman