Father and Son
A father was quite contrite
For his son loved him so
But as the son grew
Separation gave them a blow
Innuendos and false promises
Hormones a flutter
Unforgivable names
Shared like butter
The father grew old
The son grew up
Gods plan in the making
Wondrous and tough
A grave alone no
Marker or cross
Son comes home
Unbelievable loss
Tear stained face
But nothing to gain
Empty Will for him
Only himself to blame
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