This man my father – O’DeBlack

This man – my father,
While he looks old, fragile and frail,
His wisdom runs fresh, fair and full,
For a man who sired over two dozen kids,
And raised them all alone;

For a man whose advanced age,
Is loosing his eyes – but not his ears;
A grandpa whose joy is in the company of his grandchildren;
All whom he can identify by their voices – neither their names nor faces,
A man who was my first roommate while growing up;

Is the man who will live as long as Providence occasions,
The man I celebrate who kept his lineage eternal,
Is the man to whom I sing this victory song – this man, my father!