Looking Back

Looking back
We see simplicity
Regular lines of fixed length
The voice of our fathers
Incapable of modern expression
Trite
Ineffective
A phase best forgotten
The fodder of fools.

Yet I recall my father as a strong man
He wore a smile and had a booming voice
When he spoke the world itself would tremble
In fear or delight, it was always his choice.

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