He slaved hard to feed ten,
And toiled like a mule for them.
They loved and respected him;
No man in that country saw a time so grim.
Destiny had it for him to brave hardship;
Fought he with the time like a lion.
Never had anyone a chance against him,
He could have wrestled down a bear himalayan.
He stood tall like an old tall oak tree,
Shadow benign near and far.
The gnarled hands told a story,
Of tough times and the hard lives scars.
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