Poem -
My Father
No one knows me,
They all think they do.
They are blind but they think they can see,
They are detectives that can't find a clue.
Only I know who I am.
They pat me on my back and move on,
As I hold back my emotions in an imaginary dam.
It's like they don't care my father is gone.
Do they realize my father died a hero?
Fighting for them because they were too scared?
Yet they don't care, not at all, zero.
To my father none of these people can be compared.
My father was a true man.
But now he is gone.
Now IĀ must become a man, if I can.
So I need to try and move on.
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Greetings Jonah,
Gone but not for gotten, a true hero to those who knew of his valiance and he will always live on, through all that you do and say,and on those alone nights, you will Ā find humor and chuckle to yourself, when you find yourself doing the same little things that familiarized you to your father and the same terms used by he, to you, shall you disperse upon your son and so shall he to, one day move on, to trace his path in life just as his dad and his dads dad before him...Great dedication to your loved one,,,,,,
Jim