My Father Is A Simple Man

A man and his father walk through town to fetch the local newspapers while learning simple but valuable lessons along the way. Although they are not complex, they were quite valuable to the father, about life and death, and everything in between.
Life could be compared to oranges in a sense that when we are young we need the support of a tree in other words our parents to feed us and protect us until we are ripe enough to leave the tree and then we go away, to start a new life, where they can make more oranges with their seeds, and then eventually be peeled and eaten.
Greatness is not an adjective, it is a verb, an action, it is not a goal, but a mindset, a mindset that is challenging, but rewarding in the end. It is not following in the footsteps and pathways of others on the achievement of mediocrity, but to blow up the trail to find a new path to the top, this is where greatness is found. Greatness is a noun, it is something we can possess or not possess nut we all have the power to achieve but many of us will never engage in counter-culture activity to reach greatness.
I believe that the man in their story could be of any age, but if I was to guess I believe that the man is about 25 years old. In the poem it seems as if the man would live away and that is why they would have such meaningfully simple conversations. I know that I would not argue over the price of pomegranates on walk with my father at my current age. In fact, I would not risk arguing with my father at all, so this shows me that the speaker must be an adult, and has been away from home for a few years, for him to feel equal to his father.
I think that the poet didn’t express these feelings to his father, or else he would not feel the urge to publicly announce his feelings towards the old man. The father hinted that the end of his life would be soon, citing that he would gladly accept death, but to rather not jump out into oncoming traffic. I feel that the man’s father passed away before he could ever truly express the care he had for his father.
The Father raised his son all his life, not just until adulthood but until he passed on. This poem shows how we never are too old to be taught lessons, especially valuable life lessons such as how when we pass on from this life, we will experience are immortal souls with Christ, like the orange trees did. The man grew with his father in this story, and will hopefully live by the same simple facts as his father did before him.

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