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To My Father On His Birthday
by David MauriceMy Father is so predictable
I always know where he's at
The man never changes his clothes either,
It's the same suit every day
Yes that's right, all weekend too.
Can you imagine your father
mowing the lawn in his Sunday best?
I can't.
Doesn't matter though,
my dad never mows
Why you ask?
Simple,
He's dead. 08/17/2014 Author's Note: Life never pulls her punches.
Posted on 08/17/2014
Copyright © 2024 David Maurice
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 08/17/14 at 07:54 PM Wow. Not what I was expecting, but still, powerful. Nicely done. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/18/14 at 12:51 AM A unique take on death. I like how you've used his suit in this. This does punch. Thanks. |
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