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Father
about you,
I stop short of writing,
You , a handsome man, tall and lean,
You were our hero
a figure of love and discipline
Honest to the core,
Merciful at heart,
A rare jewel in your profession
You were ever caring.
How cruel is the time,
bound to the bed
You look like a shadow of yourself.
We are paying visits
Speak to you soothing words
To lift your spirit.
But the words sound
So unbelievable
Even to our ears
How can a man between life and death
Would ever believe?
Away from usyou are slowly going,
Sitting by your side
We know, hope is receding.
When you see us sick
How worried you become
But when you aresuffering endless
How littledo we do
Except praying merciful God
To ease your pains! !
I pray God
To give you strength
To raise your hand in blessings
Before you leave
For your heavenly abode.
Bu şiiri puanla
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