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A Father Who Did The Best He Knew How
A Father Who Did The Best He Knew How
In the year of '67, a young boy's life was stirred, His father left, no word, no sign, just echoes that he heard. The void was vast, the silence loud, yet one man stood so tall, His grandfather, a beacon bright, through life's unyielding squall. A decade passed, the boy now ten, his father reappeared, With hopes to teach, to bond, to drive, the past, it seemed, had cleared. But memories of absence long, had shaped the boy inside, He vowed to tread a and off different path, with his own stride of pride. The years went on, the boy now grown, father in his turn, Without a map or compass past, for guidance he...
In the year of '67, a young boy's life was stirred, His father left, no word, no sign, just echoes that he heard. The void was vast, the silence loud, yet one man stood so tall, His grandfather, a beacon bright, through life's unyielding squall. A decade passed, the boy now ten, his father reappeared, With hopes to teach, to bond, to drive, the past, it seemed, had cleared. But memories of absence long, had shaped the boy inside, He vowed to tread a and off different path, with his own stride of pride. The years went on, the boy now grown, father in his turn, Without a map or compass past, for guidance he...
