A poor farmer had
grown so old
That he could no
longer work on his land.
He sat on the porch
and watched his son work,
Assuming his son
would understand.
However, the son,
working the fields,
Occasionally would
look at his dad
And think to
himself, "He does nothing!
His uselessness is
driving me mad!"
The son's
frustration increased daily.
His selfish
resentment wouldn't subside.
He gathered some
wood, constructed a coffin,
And told his father
to climb inside.
Dragging the coffin
to the edge of a cliff,
He stopped when he
heard a tapping sound
Coming from the lid,
which
He removed and laid
on the ground.
The father looked up
at his son and said,
"Son, I'd like
to avoid a tiff,
But it is obvious to
me that you
Are going to throw
me over the cliff.
"Throw me over
the precipice.
That's odd behavior,
but I'll excuse it.
But keep this
beautiful, wooden coffin;
YOUR children might
want to use it."
(3-1-17) By Bob B
*An old tale retold here in verse
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