Man
- Gia Olivia
- Apr 10, 2017
- 1 min read
He carried them on his shoulder,
Because that’s what real men do,
And even when he felt the strain,
No one knew.
He was carved from the strongest oaks,
And grew like the Wichita Blue.
Even in the harshest weather,
He flourished and bloomed.
He was molded from the richest clay,
Intact, built to withstand impact.
Fearless after-all he was a King on the land.
And when those around him faltered,
He gently lifted them up by the hand.
He was something special.
He was one of a kind.
He was a father, a husband,
A brother, a friend and a son.
He was loaned to us from the heavens,
And could be compared to none.
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