When He Was Dancing To His Tunes (Remove filter)
When He Was Dancing To His Tunes
My father suffered a stroke
And he still is the young bloke
he ever used to be
only his body refuses to see.
Our bond is good, albeit hard
at times we argue and discuss.
And sometimes sing, the bard
with the Jesus Christian fuss.
He taught me 'bout Omar Khayyam
and these quatrains remain strong
in refrains of our secret song;
where we will stay forever y...
Friday 13th September 2024 8:27 pm
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