no one sits
in Papa's chair
yet there is
a lesson there
tradition carries
on it seems
seasons pass
death redeems
a generation
has to mourn
before another
man is born
still everyone
must pass away
children wonder
till this day
will I grow old
and will I die
may I sit there
and if not why
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