Dear father
Old, waiting, useless and weak
Tired, exhausted, for answers he seek
Wishing for life
Expecting death
The answer will come from he’s three sons breath
He sees it coming
An experienced man
Waiting to vanish, just like dust in sand
Powerless, exhausted, but also strong
In peace with nature is where he belong
Inuit Man
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