The smiling old man smiles at me from afar
He never cease to smile for me holding his chocolate bar

Sitting most time in the side of the road
Where his bread and butter has been on the load

Many a times I saw him so rugged
And one day I gave him a jugged

So happy he was his eyes got tears
But that was not enough for some good wears

Got new clothes and food for all
And the story ended as he makes for a call

The long lost father that was once lost
In finding the way of life that cost

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-rojaanred 🖋️


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