The Man he Was.

Its hard to look at him

knowing he’s a shell,

The man he used to be

I always loved him well.

Somewhere deep inside

There are things he can see

Annie, he once called

He was expecting me.

Time is running out

Some days he gets worse,

Mom has had it rough

Not sure how she copes.

Cruel it all may seem

My tears that often fall

But he’s still my dad

I love him most of all.


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