The Old Man is Gone

Wiley  Vaughn
Now the old man is gone,
Hard as nails but only skin and bone.

Worked hard all his life,
Feeding George, me and mom, his wife.

A man of the soil,
Growing was his living, just hard toil.

Cutting trees or hoeing corn,
Wondering why you were even born,

To a life of work and sweat,
Poverty and deeper debt.

Drank beer and gambled some,
Reaping anger from his youngest son.

But the old man is gone,
Younger son wrote this song.

Glad you and Jesus met,
In Heaven there is no regret.

See you later, you're not too bad,
Loving son to departed dad.

Published by Wiley Vaughn

I've earned my living in vastly different ways: as an LPN, an RN, a real estate agent and a gunsmith. I like do-it-yourself and have a little experience in automotive repair. I like gardening. I'm a Chris...  View profile

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  • Fern Fischer7/5/2010

    Lovely poem, with just the right ending.

  • Nancy G in Tennessee6/27/2010

    very good and I love the title!

  • Jennifer Bove6/12/2010

    goosebumps....

  • Ali Canary6/11/2010

    A lot of emotional depth in this--wrenchingly honest, yet a loving tribute. Great!

  • Sandy Rothra6/8/2010

    Nice tribute.

  • Linda Riggs6/7/2010

    Your personality shines through in this poem. Nice!

  • April Higney6/7/2010

    Well written tribute...

  • Darrin Atkins6/7/2010

    very nice work

  • Michelle M. Guilbeau-Sheppard6/6/2010

    Very sorry Wiley for the loss of your Dad. This is a well written piece!

  • Maria Merlino6/6/2010

    So sorry for your loss, Wiley. I never got a long with my father, but after he was gone I wished we had more time together. He loved guns!

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