Until I Cannot Stand
"Until I cannot stand!"
he bellowed as he smiled
when asked how long he planned
to love his only child
I sit with him by choice
until I cannot stand
the tremor in his voice,
the tremble of his hand
He asked to see his land
and there, said "I will farm
until I cannot!"... Stand
now, Poppa, take my arm...
That spring my Poppa died
but I still feel him and
know he'll be at my side
until I cannot stand
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