Dad, Poor Dad

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Dad poor dad My poor dad You were looked dead But I could do nothing The trader had hurled at you so much devastating thing I accompanied him to that shop owner We were to pay some debt to propriter Father was not in position to clear completely So he carried some money and promised rest to pay regularly The shopowner was hot headed So many abusive words were used "why did you take it on lo loan" If you were not worthy to take it in possession I gave fill marks to father I can't show anger at his behavior He told me with an apologetic sign But I shall pay him and clear line My elder brother had got married So some loan was burdened I saw in his eyes a "real old man" My poor dad and real gentleman

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