And my father, the man of no titles
Love for music
And easy way outs
He seemed to dance to the music
And played the flute
You know the effect of drinking too much
Things fall apart on the bravest of souls
Moonlight nights fall in place to the laughter’s of kids
Evil spirits are the origins of our land
Lazy sons ask questions to the oracle of the hills
The happy voices and flight of kites pleased them all
The start in life is all I need
Since I survived that year I survive the next
Lack of rain and harsh sunshine
Brings to me perspiration
It is difficult and most painful when I fail alone
His love of talk bitters me
But with age and sickness
It tries my patience beyond words
IG- mullberry_pie
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