Tom Bell Poet Dramatic Monologue

Another True Odd Experience- the Night My Father Died

it was 2002
dad's  has slowly
been worn away
by cancer
over my family's fate
it had always held sway

once 240 pounds
now skeletal form
skin  covered
so hard to bare
to see
I can, I guess
expect, much the same
to come to me

he was also
my best friend
and I suffer to this day
no wonder about death,
I have so much to say

every family has
their own tales
of evidence of
things still left
unknown
and I was always
mystified
as I'd grown
I've studied death
from every angle
and every written word
the physical, metaphysical
and all I that I'd heard
but death is an illusive foe
he hides his secrets well
one only learns of these
when he comes and to you he'll tell
his reason for his taking you
and no others are to know
no chance of that to happen
cause it's your time
just then to go

well, back to our tale,
I'll try to tell it fast
my fingers gettin' sore,
don't know how long I'll last...

when my father died
and only at that time
the light and fan at his side
must'a surely cried

cause off they went
my eyes did witness this
it's something I still wonder
maybe I would have 
 just as soon,
preferred to miss

it's just another tale
of things that we may feel,
but can't prove in our lifetimes
the secret we're not meant to steal.

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