Paw Paw
When it was hot outside in the summer I would always stay in And sit around and wait  For my paw paw to come home again. My Paw Paw was the king the house He had his own chair. He had a place for his hats Even though he didn't have hair.   And in his top dresser drawer  He kept his coins in a sock. And his favorite thing to say was  'Your Heeeaaaddd is as Haaarrrddd as a rock'. He likes that old slow music  That doesn't have a real beat. And he never bought us candy Because He didn't have strong teeth. But despite all the other possible things , My paw paw could say and do His love for his family, Is definitely true. He woke up early in the morning Everyday of the year And he prayed for his family. In his favorite chair. He would collect cans and cuts grass And although that sounds strange Everything that he earned he saved, He considered it spare change. He wore hats in the sun But not to keep cool. He was so proud of his kids, That he always reps their school. He took pride in hard work He was a retired blue collar. Instead of living the fast life in the streets, My Paw Paw was chasing dollars. But when I learned the truth about his grind I will forever pay him homage. Because my Paw Paw worked day and night, To make sure I made it to college. All those days of laboring in the sun Were not just for meaningless fun. He passed down that hard working character Down to his kids and grandson. And even though what he earned with Those cans didn't add up to a lot. It was the spare change in his socks, That kept me off the neighborhood block.  He denied his sweet tooth  So we could see his truth. He told us to always go to church And serve the Lord in our youth. And he knew there was a possibility that I might one day stray away So he made sure I was covered in Christ. Like an umbrella on a rainy day. His hats and His socks Has all been passed down to me. With hopes that one day I will lead my own family. My brothers it's hot outside. But instead of staying in, Let's put in work for our sons, And show these boys how to be men.
2019-05-07 05:49:12
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Zeen
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2019-05-09 15:16:39
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