My dad’s heart
His tides held anger screens
At 73, his life spun to the edge
He ran like native magic up to the very day
Swallowing his pride
How many friends he did enjoy
From far and near glances
Mother there to give him and receive
Suggestion and favors
The part of him that grieved and grieved
But often in the jungle
The memories of travelling , his business and golf
Served himself as a devoted teacher
Made him stronger and opened people’s eyes
Always there to be a man
Once upon a time,
Cups of coffee, lonely and important things -
Dwelled
My father - in that special place, no penalties
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