Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Man

Where did all the good men go? Standing as a pedestal for his sons and daughters to reach higher. Noble is so bold, so old, so forgotten. Selfish seeps in like a snake in the night. The venom runs deep now in the blood line of our children. Grey grandfather knew hard work and honest life. His hands tough and weathered, signs of genuine love.

My blood is bold. My forefathers, I thank. My hands will callus for love. My heart will bleed for the hearts of my sons.

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