Easy

Daddy loved hard,
Daddy laughed hard,
Daddy lived hard,
And he made it all look easy.

I wasn’t there but stories are told,
Life on the farm wasn’t cookies and gold.
Kids learned to hustle, including my dad,
Just to get by with whatever they had.
They didn’t think they was poor don’t ya see,
Cause laughin’ and lovin’ is always for free.

Daddy lived hard,
Daddy loved hard,
Daddy laughed hard,
And he made it all look easy.

Just ‘fore he married some fool gave a war,
And “us,” well we thought to even the score.
Dad was one of the boys who left then.
Those who came back – came back as men
Shootin’ got done, there was smiles – a few tears,
For lots of young buddies robbed of their years.

Daddy laughed hard,
Daddy loved hard,
Daddy lived hard,
And he made it all look easy.

After the war, things was good for a while,
Every man everywhere wore a big smile.
Jobs all around then, and work to be done,
At the end of each day some time to have fun.
For some there was more than ever they’d need.
But not for my daddy, with six kids to feed.

Daddy lived hard,
Daddy loved hard,
Daddy laughed hard,
And he made it all look easy.

Years kept on passin’ – they took a toll.
Not weaker, but weary, my daddy grew old.
Sore eyes, deaf ears, and gnarled, calloused hands
Looked back to acknowledge he’d done what he’d planned.
That rough, grizzled hero still had his charms,
Shushin’ his grandbaby safe in his arms.

Daddy loved hard,
Daddy laughed hard,
Daddy died today…
And he made it look…     …easy.                                              

© SP Wilcenski 2020

Prose 5/22/2020 Poetry and Free Verse

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