Father's day is almost done;
His hair shines silver in the light:
His hands, frail, hold a book,
His smiles to see a bird in flight.
He walks slowly as though
To still time in it's flight;
The sun will set, will set
And it will soon become night.
Father knows life is fragile.
With every passing season;
He unravels thread by thread
Hiis life's passion and it's reason.
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Beautiful poem written well with nice texture and imagery. I liked and rated it 10. Please read and rate my poem 'Abortion' on page 4.