The Last Night
That last night,
One replayed in my mind,
so many thousands of painful times,
Given 10 cents for each replay,
I'd have a thousand dollars in shiny dimes,
It was his last night, and for me,
The beginning of a fight,
To care about life any more,
When they took the man I adore
He wasn't merely my dad,
Also the best friend I ever had,
Never again to ride "shotgun"
Seemed the end to future fun
I remember his last TV show,
As far as I do now know,
Was watching his beloved Mets,
Win, and the feeble clap it begets,
He was a mere skeleton
with translucent skin,
Seemingly stretched
way too thin...
His pain, I doubt I could
ever bear,
His death I was to share
He started to fade in and out,
Odd things he tried to shout
He picked at all his clothes.
Till his naked frame he exposed
He rattled on about Christmas eve,
And snow, on this July night,
He tugged weakly at my sleeve,
I was filled with dreadful fright
I didn't want to be alone,
I didn't want for him to have to groan,
My heart was torn apart
To little pieces from the start
Of this drama as it unfolded
My mind severely scolded
He passed away at 2:22
On July 22
His birthday was 4-22
I didn't know what to do
To this day I pay the price,
Of missing a man who'd taught me twice,
As much as any other one,
So much sorrow to my life
That night has done.
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2007
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