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 ’ I could feel his strength slipping away and yet he still smiled at me and said” no worry boy for I have lived, man I had lived!”

 Sing me a song boy sing me a song while we work,

make it a peppy one so our backs don’t feel the hurt.

So sing I would for them as the sweat beaded on our brows

and little by little the hurt would leave those bleeding hands on the plow.

 Read me one of your poems boy read it so I can hear

remind ones again boy how it is to see fish in ponds so clear.

So poems a many I would recite and and a few just for him

never knowing he kept them all under his bed in a box made out of tin.

 He taught me the hard ways of the world  and not to always want,

taught me take care of the needs and always walk the talk.

‘ Grasp a man in a firm hand shake and look him in the eyes,

he’ll feel that your a working man and that you tell no lies.’

Yes  I walked among the stars here on earth I see

and as he looks down on me now I hope he’s proud of me.