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(continued from part-1)

He stuck by his daughter from the second she was born
She has his last name and a similar first name of, Dawn.
Three years passed with no sign of the mother-his ex-lover,
Till one day she poked her jealous head 
From under her alcohol vomit stained covers.


Knocking on his door with officers from Juvenile,
Full of hurtful sinful lies, knowing all the while….
Her true motivation behind all this hurt
Was only to see the soul or a true poet, hurt!

Now it’s been well over two or three years
Since he and his daughter shared a smile or a tear.
Having no idea where his baby girl might be,
His smile growing bigger so less pain others would see.

So with that let’s come to a temporary end,
To the look behind the big wide grin.
And don the mask of joy and laughter,
Waiting to open the book on yet another chapter.

Always so lonely though in a crowded room,
The smiling best man, but never the groom.
This poet’s soul constantly reshapes itself,
Having learned there will be no one else-
Until he can find peace within himself.

Merely the portrayer of the role of a player.
Of all the roles that he can choose,
It’s the only on he has
And has

To Lose…….


©DON JUAN WILLIAMS 1\1\2005

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