Abel
Day in and day out
He wakes and wanders
No one but him knows his route
I watch where he goes when no one else does
He wanders and wakes the earth before it’s ready
He’s a worker bee, down to the buzz
How can someone do this for so long?
I wonder to myself, he must have a secret weapon
But ask him and he would say I’m wrong
Armed with nothing but faith
He goes out to support his kids
And will continue to do so past the warning of a wraith
He’s read stories of deserts and danger
He himself has been tempted
But he follows the path of our lord and savior
He does not wander, for he is not Cain
He shepherds his sons
He’s the man who’s kept me sane
I hope when death is tapped to take him, he won’t bother
Because he’s god’s gift to me
My inspiration, he is my father
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