Daddys Ride
Every Friday he would arrive
but never would he be on time.
A little girl’s hopes built up high
while she sat there waiting for that ride.
Eventually he would show
but by then she did not want to go.
They would sit and argue until someone gave in.
Never did she win.
Pulling away from her home
knowing deep down the judge would say no,
that on Fridays she did not have to go.
Copyright © Cory Long | Year Posted 2011
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