My Father was a Quiet Man

My Father Was A Quiet Man .

My father was a humble man
He Lived an ordinary life.
He never raised his voice in anger
To his children or his wife.

I sat down at his bedside
About a week before he died .
He said go find me a simple headstone,
I've no use for all this pride.

The angel of death
Wrapt his wings around
A corpse I still
call dad.
Whisked him away in a whisper
Though l swore I heard him say:

I tried to live my life with dignity,
Raise good kids, respect my wife.
You go find me a simple headstone
I've no need for all this pride.

Theres a cemetry in Paris
I visit when I'm there.
Prose in gilted lettering
Records the history buried there.
Painters,writers,kings alone,
In their soily graves at night.
Their deeds still reach into the hearts,
Of men who struggle, men who fight.

The angel of death
Wrapt his wings around them,
Like withered buds
On a blighted tree.
Whisked them away
with a hissing sound but
I swore I heard him say:

Pride is the sin of Lucifer,
Prides a special sin I deplore.
Hates humanity, thrives on jealousy
Devoured the lamb but keeps
coming back for more.

I like to think that I'm a humble man,
I live an ordinary life.
I try not to raise my voice in anger,
To my children or my wife.

When its time I'll call my sons,
I'll say sit here by my side.
I'll say " go find me a simple headstone,
I've no use for all this pride".