There was a man I never knew
Whose jests were sung and thought of much too
For years to come like proverbs referred
In days alone, he'd be wished back to
From memories of bliss that he'd return
To ride motored wheels and challenging life
Savor the ink, professing ideas
Hiding alias by phone, coy to wife
Many a mischief spread gossip afar
Testing his love and integrity reprise
Faltering by economical change
Replying with what his hands could enterprise
Leaving legacy to a now foreign place
Dreaming of tomorrow to see his child's face
Whose jests were sung and thought of much too
For years to come like proverbs referred
In days alone, he'd be wished back to
From memories of bliss that he'd return
To ride motored wheels and challenging life
Savor the ink, professing ideas
Hiding alias by phone, coy to wife
Many a mischief spread gossip afar
Testing his love and integrity reprise
Faltering by economical change
Replying with what his hands could enterprise
Leaving legacy to a now foreign place
Dreaming of tomorrow to see his child's face
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