A Poem of My Father
A father first
just another dead man now.
Dead well over forty years-
Dead at forty-four.
I, up in age now
have surpassed you
by some fifty years.
Oh the times of dread
that would come over me.
fear of death
oh yes-
that haunting fear of death
What would I ask you now?
Did you love life more then death-
most times?
Did you sit alone at night
sometimes?
Did you dream beside
a lonely lamp?
Most of all,
I guess, I'd ask
who were you dad?
Copyright © Allen Beilschmidt Sr. | Year Posted 2019
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