The Last Night

That last night, One replayed in my mind, so many thousands of painful times, Given 10 cents for each replay, I'd have a thousand dollars in shiny dimes, It was his last night, and for me, The beginning of a fight, To care about life any more, When they took the man I adore He wasn't merely my dad, Also the best friend I ever had, Never again to ride "shotgun" Seemed the end to future fun I remember his last TV show, As far as I do now know, Was watching his beloved Mets, Win, and the feeble clap it begets, He was a mere skeleton with translucent skin, Seemingly stretched way too thin... His pain, I doubt I could ever bear, His death I was to share He started to fade in and out, Odd things he tried to shout He picked at all his clothes. Till his naked frame he exposed He rattled on about Christmas eve, And snow, on this July night, He tugged weakly at my sleeve, I was filled with dreadful fright I didn't want to be alone, I didn't want for him to have to groan, My heart was torn apart To little pieces from the start Of this drama as it unfolded My mind severely scolded He passed away at 2:22 On July 22 His birthday was 4-22 I didn't know what to do To this day I pay the price, Of missing a man who'd taught me twice, As much as any other one, So much sorrow to my life That night has done.