My Father Is Not What He Used To Be
My octogenarian father can no more walk the mile
His memory lurks behind his perpetual deceptive smile
He has hidden us in a chasm so deep
and cavernous, where no light ever does peep
A wise gentleman once, now is a hapless child
Easily pleased,angered,intimidated or beguiled
He looks at old family albums like a kaleidoscope
Amused by colors sans any warmth, cognizance or hope.
He is elated when I sometimes go over ‘ABCs’
And the accuracy and irony of his words oft lacerates me.
"K is for knowledge", he stealthily whispers
"Never to amass, make sure always to disperse!"
"D is for daughter, but friend who are you?
Please stay for dinner, won’t you!”
Written on 05/19/2016 for Brenda Chiri-Carroll's contest "A Father is"
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