Ken Setter

Rookie (15.10.1931 / London)

My Father

My Father was a Yoric kind of man
Of infinite jest with eyes that sparkled.
Alert as a fox, who'd been blessed
With the gift of laughter.
A small man who carried the three cornered box
And walked each day of his life
With death at his side
Coughing the miners cough.

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