Yesterdays' Thoughts'
An old man standing on his porch
The sun so hot it feel's like a torch
Strawhat pulled down to shade his eyes
In the distance he hears a lonesome Dove cry
He works from sunup everyday,till late afternoon
Stands on his porch, and looks at the moon
He thinks of his wife and happier days
But she is no more,God called her away
He now lives all alone
No one to share his humble home
His children have moved far away
Looking for a better way
Tears in his eyes he wipes away
His thoughts are of yesterday
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