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No dad should leave his family for a mistress
and break the sacred marital vows and transgress;
who is selfish and has no love or pity
shall find none when they are sought,
when he finds himself distraught!

I worked in my uncle Steve's body shop,
learning a new trend and working hard;
Everet was a bustling town in the peaceful suburbs of Boston,
more dynamic than Mineola on Long Island.
Who knew that missing mother and sisters
would have taken me back and stop
what I had started doing to earn dollars...
who knew that emptiness was so hurtful regardless of gain?

That lonely room over Bow Street
had a gloomy view of a sky so deplete of brightness
with its industrial chimneys reaching low clouds;
and nights were even murkier than thoughts,
not able to evade darkness and greet 
sweet faces that waited for my return and embrace me!
Their distance saddened and robbed me
of their affection...was I aware how painful was their heartbreak,
how dull was my living having heard bells not ring but clank!
  

No dad should leave his family for a mistress,
denying kids the joy of a father is unforgivable,
it's a deed of cruelty, preventing their growth 
depriving them of confidence...who would do this?
Don't pity me, I have grown out of it with an oath
of a bold fortitude that's so epical and unmatchable:
yes, young men become adults due to occurrences
not expected that will define their characters!

November morning came and my luggage was ready,
I boarded the bus returning to the town of my loved ones:
no boy of my age was more eager than I; no sacrifice 
was worth staying there in seclusion and regret togetherness!
Oh, if only birds had sung, or crickets had chirped;
oh if only stars had had a brilliancy of nights so adored,
the fantasy of a teen growing up so fast in a society of gold seekers
would have valued the preciousness of youth more thoroughly!   

Uncle John picked me up at Pennsylvania Station,
what a relief it was to see him waving at me;
we departed quickly, how delighted I was breathing in
the pure air as the oaks swayed welcoming me.
Finally, we reached Arlington Street and I was cheering...
suddenly, the door opened and everybody was screaming!
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