The Shoulders
My father had broad shoulders
Many years have gone
But I still remember
He carried a heavy burden on his shoulders
Like that of a snail
With a shell
He brought us up in a special way
With the help of
The broad and thick shoulders
The shoulders carried us like a bicycle
The shoulders sheltered us like an umbrella
The shoulders protected us like a wall
The shoulders dried our tears like a handkerchief
The shoulders rode us like a wooden horse
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