Our Son
(This is a fictional poem)
My son was in the road and a tractor-trailer couldn't stop in time.
The driver ran over my boy and he broke this heart of mine.
My wife and I should've been watching him but we were having an argument.
When you get right down to it, we were being negligent.
We were arguing because money is something we lack.
But no amount of money can bring my boy back.
My wife and I cry everyday because we can find no reason to go on.
We've seen how superficial it is to fight over money now that he's gone.
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