The fingers that once held him by the hand
Wrinkled of time,tremble...
The shoulder he used to complain to
Dried,off the last of his tears...
The eyes he searched his answers in
Weathered by defeats,that couldn't be forgotten...
The first poetry he had stolen to write
Rusted in the yellowed pages of neglect...
The unspoken dream that was never dared
Buried deep down his actuality...
A son and a father walks along
The difference of dawn and dusk.....
Wrinkled of time,tremble...
The shoulder he used to complain to
Dried,off the last of his tears...
The eyes he searched his answers in
Weathered by defeats,that couldn't be forgotten...
The first poetry he had stolen to write
Rusted in the yellowed pages of neglect...
The unspoken dream that was never dared
Buried deep down his actuality...
A son and a father walks along
The difference of dawn and dusk.....
and the with the only hope that the dawn sees a whole new beautiful,eventful and successful day ahead...
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