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Back In The Year

Back in the year,
Of nineteen seventy-one.
I was one,
Of my fathers three sons.

I thought I was,
A six-year-old know it all.
Truth be told,
To my britches was a little tall.

Truly I was,
A little hard to bear.
But my dad,
Had wisdom to spare.

He taught me values,
With the sternness of his voice.
And occasional his hand,
When I left him no choice.

I learned what hard work was,
By the example he led.
Many times he was still at work,
When I went to bed.

I grew up with,
Values, respect and esteem.
And the confidence,
To live out all of my dreams.

I own who I am now,
To the memory of that man.
Even though he뭩 gone,
I still hold his hand.

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