My father was a fishing pole, a shotgun, and professional boxing on television
a lunch pale and a big thermos filled with coffee every morning
he was a 14 hour day and half of that on Christmas
my father was a mechanical genius.
A quick-witted son of a gun
with his bible and a pair of Allis-Chalmers tractors, he restored from junk,
strong as a bear with a lightning right cross
every night you'd find him reading his books.
He never got a fair shake in his life,
and we still had it good,
the last time I saw him in a Sunday suit.
It has been 30 years since that day at the church
before life was complicated by the world,
my father is someone I hardly knew.
He's never seen anything I've done
alone with no one to depend on
the only thing that remained
was me and God.
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