Dawn Gordon Poet Quatrain

My Dad Kept Talking To the Aunty

My father was sitting on a dark couch in the living room,
He had an odd expression on his face and looked full of gloom,
I approached my dad and said " Why do you look this way?"
He said " I should have heard what that prophet had to say"

Now your a cashier and your brother is a grocery store clerk,
I just would not get rid of my past to find some better work,
I am so sorry that I blew your future and every goal you had,
God would not bless me again because I made him mad.

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