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old man

Days drag on like a lifetime

Years pass in the blink of an eye

Just yesterday, a promise was forever

Today you’re saying goodbye

Halloween & gingerbread bring memories of a friend

My selfish inability to bite my lip breaks it all apart

Frivolity’s warmth & wit taunt an idiot’s bleeding heart

My forsaken & annulled failure soon precipitates the end

The only promise – dead fathers persist, undeterred, a quiet cold

Of fits & starts & broken hearts & the aches of getting old

No news of redemption shall be written; no means by which to atone

Just a fool, his thoughts & his love for his kids, discarded & alone