The corn was weedy, I was hot
and feeling very low.
I asked my dad if I could stop
his quick response was No!
You've just begun, now take your time
and finish out that row.
Just hone your hoe, then turn and start
the next one, there below.
And soon I was out on my own
watching my family grow,
becoming very much aware
of all lifes rows to hoe.
Came illness, debts and storms and wars
that fates of life bestow.
I thank you Dad, you steered me straight,
I've sharpened up my hoe.
This served me well, for now I dwell
where many good things grow
and plan to keep the door ajar,
until my time to go.
We, in our waning years await
lifes final afterglow.
Content, at peace, for now we have
just one more row to hoe.
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