The last season of a farmer,
It doesn't quite seem fair.
He'll never see the progress,
Of what he planted there.
The last season of a farmer,
He's toiled this earth with love.
The next harvest he will see,
Will be witnessed from up above.
The last season of a farmer,
The legacy he leaves behind.
Is one of riches far more great,
Than many ever hope to find.
The last season of a farmer,
Was spent watching his family thrive.
Because no other crop ever measured up,
We are the memories that keep him alive.
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