Wisdom (Pt1)

My world was safe as it opened slow 

A wealth of wisdom on how to grow

A shining light when things were good

When times were tough he bravely stood

 

He couldn’t read or write his name

Yet reached the goals for which he’d aim

His era in time was common labor

He earned his way but not of favor

 

A chiseled brown and bronze like hands

All the things you’d call a man

His word and integrity were enough

When year’s were lean and times were tough

(continued at Part 2)

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