Daddy
My daddy stood alone
near the creek's edge
his face into the wind,
and I wondered about his life.
Did plenty of happiness
brighten his days between
the sadness living often brings?
Toil and trouble
are his constant companions,
following him around with
hardship and manual-labor to spare,
weathering his kind face and wearing
his gentle hands to the bone
all the days of his life.
A young and reckless youth
added to that, no doubt...
A tear came to my eye
as I remembered the man
who bought a little girl of four or five
a blue pinwheel to spin in the wind,
a small gift but not forgotten, and
I wish now I could give him the gift
of rest for his weary soul.
near the creek's edge
his face into the wind,
and I wondered about his life.
Did plenty of happiness
brighten his days between
the sadness living often brings?
Toil and trouble
are his constant companions,
following him around with
hardship and manual-labor to spare,
weathering his kind face and wearing
his gentle hands to the bone
all the days of his life.
A young and reckless youth
added to that, no doubt...
A tear came to my eye
as I remembered the man
who bought a little girl of four or five
a blue pinwheel to spin in the wind,
a small gift but not forgotten, and
I wish now I could give him the gift
of rest for his weary soul.
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