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The Old Man
A man sits alone on a bench
waiting for the time to pass
he knows the end is coming
how long will he last
But He has no fear or grief
he knows he has done well
for his memory goes back
to a little boys bicycle bell
He remembers the store
where he bought that red bike
and the look on his boys face
he was just a little tike
He thinks of the day
that boys name was spoken
his education was done
a diploma his token
The memories of this boy
waiting at the alter
a boy now becoming a man
and praying he wouldnt faulter
His mind goes to the hospital
where he held his first grandchild
where had this time gone
it just seemed so wild
The memories of his wife
laying on her death bed
and having the family next to him
as crying, he lowered his head
Now he sits alone on a bench
but never forgotten he will be
through the lives of his sons
that's what will be his legacy
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Wow! Thats really good! I love how well you ryme, its amazing! -
If bron likes you,or even comments, you know your a good writer.