From a Father to a Son
I have given you your share,
and you have left, my son.
Your brother stays,
helps with work just begun.
It has been so long,
so so long.
Your voice jsut a memory,
a memory still strong.
Are you alright,
are you well.
My heart is troubled,
because I cannot tell.
Your brother and I,
we work hard here.
Slaving away,
year after year.
Then I see you,
coming up the road.
Dusty and rugged
as a toad.
And now we celebrate!
For you have come back!
I love you always,
my son.
Death to life,
now we celebrate!
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