you are the man
who holds the sun
in your steady hands
even as shadows stretch
at 87 you still glow
like the lighthouse you
have always been guiding
me through life’s storms
you taught me to respect
to find truth in silence
to hold my word sacred
like the pulse in my veins
you pulled me back
from the edge of ruin
saved me from myself
when I had nowhere left
at 68 I still need you
like roots need the earth
your love my foundation
my rock my endless light
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Author:
gray0328 (
Online) - Published: June 15th, 2025 11:21
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