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Forty hours of toiling hard

Can make a tiresome week;

But the work has to be done,

Though old bodies grow so weak.

Now, I’ve heard Pop often say,

“Be glad when this work day’s through,

I just can’t wait to clock out,

Go home and rest with Mom and you.

Son, it’s been a long hard day,

I’m worn down, clean to the bones;

You can bet I’ll be leavin’

When the quitin’ whistle moans.”

Well, that was many years ago,

Pops has grown feeble and slow.

His doc just informed us kids

That soon we’ll have to let him go.

Then, as we gathered around him,

Pop lifts his weary head,

Motions for us to come near,

For the final words he said,

“Now, don’t go frettin’ ‘bout me,

For your old man needs a rest;

My body is plumb worn out,

Lord knows, I’ve done my best.

It sure has been a hard life,

Can’t wait for it to be through;

But I’ll rest soon as I get home,

There, with Mom, I’ll wait for you.”

Dedicated to the memory of my Dad.

©Loyd C Taylor, Sr - 2000

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