This Old Man
This old man he was nothing special you say
That very well maybe be you see
Cause he never did set any records for anybody to read about
I don't think he even started any arguments or fights
If you ask no one knows anything at all about this old man
Just me you see he was after all my dad
He work hard for my brothers and me
Down at the mill from seven till' three
Mama packed his lunch everyday same two sandwich
Twenty two years one ham and the other peanut-butter/jelly he never
complained she was gonna fix it the same day in day out
Because my dad knew not to upset "the apple cart"
He was a soft spoken hard worked man who live by the bible and raised his family to live off the land
He worked in the mill all day and he farmed late most late every night
When sent his children to school and then on to college he saw we were all taken care of right
It was alright when god call him home for a job done right
Now I want say that I won't miss him a lot
But my daddy said if you cry
When I die
I will haunt you so don't cry
So I try
Copyright © Patricia Bernard | Year Posted 2014
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