Ran out straight to the beach,
Wanted to have some fresh air;
Needed someone to tell a speech
About how to duck such a blare
.
Among all the people of the swarm
An old man I saw, sitting on a chair;
He was looking fine waiting for the storm
I still remember his white raspy hair
.
He said: "son how could you dare!
To come to my place in this silly form!"
I didnt get the joke, yet I was bare
Enjoying the summer, being warm
.
Shockingly said: "how can you bear?
With the temper of summer's sun!
Don't you have clothes to wear?"
The heat could be injurious like a gun
.
I began to get worried
What if he isn't carried?
What if his life, to the fullest
Was lived with a busted chest
.
I tried to ask him why
To me, he seems restless?
Answered saying: "how could I
Enjoy life being useless?!"
.
His worthy words were quiet as feather
That old man, proudly! was my father
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Hey guys, im so upset I deleted one of my stories by mistake (the wise man) and I've lost everything so please I need your help to recap all what I've loselt :'(
Thankyou so much :'(
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