He came in that day





Came to seek some comfort and lie down anywhere - carried a heavy thought in the air 

 He had an abrasive breath Sometimes sough almost to tears

aiming where it could stay


I will wish know who he was and where he came from

He liked to paint or put things back together

and fix something around

cleaned the house

Cultivating roses in the backyard

During the seasons, he took the vehicle to go downtown to make friends and sell the harvest.


a good farmer was

He was not that good at things that could hurt his frail hands.

  

Time flew by

He treated me very well

So I got used to your presence

After ten years he left the home

I will not forget him

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