Solitaire
You watch your dad with deck in hand
He deals the cards by ancient plan
You know his pain, but there you stand
You watch him there, playing solitaire
He sits and plays, and passes hours
He jokes “it’s not yet time for flowers”
The feeble frame, no longer towers
So he sits there, playing solitaire
Now at your door, here I find you
Playing cards, the same game too
Years have passed, oh how they flew
And now you’re there, playing solitaire
Years from now, you’ll be gone
My children grown, and moving on
A thorn bird singing, a final song
I’ll be there, playing solitaire
A Fool and his Words are Soon Parted 
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