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In Solitude [2nd Version to my father]
He watches the sun drifts away,
Like a friend bidding goodbye,
On a chair where grandma used to sit,
That is as old as her legs then to rock;
Then he waits for the moon to peek,
Through the woods along the creek,
But the night went quickly deep,
That sends him early to sleep;
On woven mat, he’d lay on the floor,
With hands interlocked on chest,
Saying same prayer the night before,
Asking God no more than this list:
“Oh! Dear Lord, I beg you once again,
To give me strength and no more pain,
For I am alone for this kind of life,
And it’s so sad to live without a wife;
If tomorrow, I could stand up right,
I’d be glad to meet a new light.”
‘Cause if I lost this mind and this sight,
Death is much better than I might,
For each day I watch the sun rises high,
Like a good friend ‘til he bids me goodbye.”
poem
by
Efren Petalver Carranza
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