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The Director
In the north, there lives a man
Built his way up with the sweat of his hands
Made a home, a place to come
When all the days work was done
Lived for the future and remembered the past
All those memories he had cast
Into the deep blue sea
To this day, that is where they will be
Those days of mistakes and woes
Into the sea is where they go
A new life is what he made
All those days did quickly fade
Now his days are filled
With the lives that have been stilled
Finished, over, done, and gone away
Dead with out today
Placed into his hands and care
With sad filled stares
To be placed six feet under
To enter heavens wonder
Day by day, he works and labors
For his family, friends, and neighbors
Not as only a man of papers and flowers
But a man of blessing, prayers, and showers
Of love from on high
From the big guy in the sky
He watches his creation
The man with eyes of gold
Who watches as his life unfolds
So quickly before his eyes
As his youth passes by
Quickly, he sees his family grow
Sadly, he knows
That one day he will be laid inside the golden case
A there will no longer be a trace
Of his earthly soul and mind
Only in heaven you will find
His broken heart, renewed, fixed, and whole
A new man, a new soul
For now his sits at the table
Phone rings, someone died, wounded, fatal
He gazes at the faces all around
The smiles, the laughter, the crying, and the sounds
The usual evening meal
Oh my, it has revealed
To his face
A smile
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