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[title] => An Old Man
[time] => 2005-04-20 08:20:23
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[bodytext] => Dieing Youth happiness love and sadness Remembering Wiping away any thoughts of badness He sat there at the table Sitting on his kitchen chair Feable,but mind able Dependance the day he fear Staying some eight months helping watching him die Because I cared Often I saw tears well in his eyes Much of the family stayed away I could never blame any since I knew why A tough man proud in his ways raised a different time a different day Yes fathers can sometimes seem mean Always watching out the window I could still see him dream Yesterday was past tomorrow had doubt He looked out where his garden was tall grass and Queen Anns lace now grew He knew the many birds by name He glisten with the morning dew He watched as the grass grew untamed In his knowing he could smile Dieing Knowng all the while He often said life is for "whying" In the birds he saw children He watched as they played Even having a house for the little Martin In his suffering he prayed Offering his every day knowing he wasn't perfect Like all man he reconized he was a sinner Jesus had His effect In that are not we the winner He would see Mother although she passed ten years ago Grandchildren his children on the old tire swing He saw mother hanging out clothes I could see old eyes tearing I senced he saw visions Saint Francis and Mary's statue in the back yard I know he saw heaven Each day of his life in watching the setting and rising of the morning star to my father Sinned [comments] => 3 [counter] => 206 [topic] => 31 [informant] => sinned [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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