He passes the old place daily,The abandoned mill where his grandfatherWorked, made his livelihoodAnd sense of his life, making woodProducts, until the job went elsewhere. He thinks about the old man now,Several times a day sometimes.His own father checked out early,Disappeared, followed a dreamThat didn’t include family.His grandfather took him in,Raised him best he could.Good years,…

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