Time was when we were all boys,
Our dads and grandpas were the men,
Standing strong and tall behind us
A type of “God,” way-back when.
“Time was” does not conveniently stay,
Time illusively passes, to pass away.
The dad and grandpa lie on yonder hill
We “boys” must their shoes try to fill.
Be strong “old boy.” Do God’s fine will.
– eab, 6/6/10
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