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Dead man
in a recliner
The father I love,
Gone to meet,
His Maker above

Grizzly sight,
Face contorted in pain.
A scene I hope
To never witness again

6PM "Popeye" cartoons,
Rush to greet Dad,
Now dead in the recliner
The only father I've ever had

Pizzas on  an English muffin,
Sat. night treat,
Mashed potatoes every day,
It was cheap enough to eat....

Archie Bunker on TV
Dinner burger and fries
Living this life
Of truth or of lies?

Dead man in a recliner
Someday will be me
And some other lost soul
Will be the first one to see

Un-needed wallet,
$2 in change,
Cold room grows dim,
I'm feeling real strange

Got one foot in this world
One foot in the next,
Ready to step off,
My mind is now flexed

Dead man in a recliner,
I see, it is me....
How is that possible?
How could that be?

I'm here, I'm here,
I'm lookin' at me...
Dead in the recliner
Now I do see...

Lights approaching behind that body,
Shadowy figures come to the fore,
People long gone,
People I adore....

My father in front,
No longer dead in that chair
Puts his hand out to me
It's time for us to share

I'm dead in a recliner,
As he has been too,
I'm ready to go
And travel with you...

I'm dead in a recliner
Alive to a new world,
No dead fingers a' grasping
They're open, unfurled.

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