The Gardner
The blisters on his hands
Sunburn on his face
But all this work, to help his family out
No one yet recognizes what he's done
To provide for his son to be a judge
He is not rich nor poor
His immigrant life was not so easy as to others
Nor for his family
Getting to where he is at now
Took hard work
No one though even notice
How civil rights help
This old gardner
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