The Season of Change
The rows of corn were gold
The farmer’s hands were old
The sign that stood said “sold”
The season of change has come
The hat on his head fit him only
The ring on his hand left him lonely
His tears were still stoic and stonely
His God and his Savior were one
He believed in the hope of tomorrow
The hope was the joy in his sorrow
In time, we return what we borrow
And return to the dust we’re all from
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What wonderful brothers I have.
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