Scraping before the rain.

Arriving on time ,
Before the rain had begun to fall,
Took the wire brush from his bag,
One to replace his father's,
Which now remained a garage relic
It's few bristles showing years of use.
Brought back memories,
That sound of scraping,
As he cleared the years debris.
So much learnt from that man,
Respected and loved by a son.
Now doing the same for others,
Scraping before the rain.

By Mary

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