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Jun 2019
My hands

My shoulders

My elbows

My back

My knees

My feet

My legs... ..

None of these
work the way
that they
once did
36 years ago,
before I left
the world of
Advertising and
Sales Promotion
as a youth and
began doing
concrete

As the proud
Dad of
6 adult children,
I don't regret
any of
the aches,
the pains,
the swelling,
and
body parts
that just don't
work sometimes
the way that
they were
meant to

I am a Dad

I am a provider

Providing a
decent life
for my family
on one
paycheck with
help from
no one

I take and
took being
A Dad
very seriously

Sure, my body hurts
because of
my tenacity and my passion
to earn everything
that has ever
come my way
but,

it was all
worth it
and I would
do it all over again

Now,

now I have
been blessed with
taking being a
'Papa'/Grandpa
seriously
× 3

Until my body
shuts me down
and I can
continue to
conquer the pain,

I will continue
to provide as
only a Dad and Papa can



written by me... ..
Written by
The Concrete Poet  M
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