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* My brilliant, hard-wroking, honest Dad ... my hero. *
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unanswered -
“Thin, I think, that fabric between realities. Maybe minds aren't lost. Maybe they just slip through and find a different place to wander.” - C.J. Tudor
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oh, I shan't yet, my dear father, find
disease has robbed him of his mind
he works hard, grasping from the air
some careful tasks that are not there
most life, his world was quite exact
no straining id - no questioned tact
integrity worth cheers and boasts
Vs though now he sits engaging ghosts
he walked a road that’s naught but true
and strived for all things great men do
his loved ones’ welfares - always first
providing needs through best and worst
his partner, church, his town and friends
placed ‘fore himself, what he’d defend
through his devotion, work and fun
of enemies - I’ve known NOT ONE.
it's odd that I can I count it strange
but not once did he find that range
to laud a thing that gave me pride
(or boost the dreams I kept inside)
I strained thru life to reach this man
some common ground to understand
but while I’d begged to be his friend
too great our difference, in the end
I'll not e’er know this man, you see
though none I love quite dear as he
but as our bond, at best, was rough
he’d taught me love by being tough
so now his wit and poise have flown
the grandest man I’ve never known
no grace is left him, this goodbye
no answers, mine, the question …
why?!?
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Writing Challenge 2, July 2019 - Melancholy" Poetry Contest, Dear Heart, Judge & Sponsor.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2019
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