This Old Man

This old man
Once had a plan
To build a home with his bare hands
To start his own family clan
Until his country declared demands
And from his enemies he ran
The time came for him to make a stand
Still he received great reprimand
Upon his sleeve he wore a brand
Failing his traitorous homeland
Alcohol became his only friend
Surrounding himself with endless cans
Then his country called again
They claimed a chance at redemption
A chance to lift the unholy ban
While he exercised needed caution
He accepted role of government minion
Climbed an imposing mountain
His grit his only supporting fan
Guiding him to an enduring orphan
Where blossoming relationships began
He signed for teary adoption
A child to fill his remaining lifespan
His final years more special than
What he could ever imagine
Until passing on under skies cyan
His survived child relaying
The requisite salvation
Of this old man

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