My Stand
Before me, concerned eyes stand.
Perhaps you’ll someday understand.
You say my “bye-bye” sounds bland.
Proudest of fathers, wish I could stand.
Watching you grow has been grand.
Please just hold my dying hand.
Don’t forget to pay the band.
Before my eyes shadows stand.
Copyright © Robb A. Kopp | Year Posted 2011
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