please forgive the slanty line between the words and common rhyme It's gotten out of hand, oh man, just sayin' nothing's worse but what what I mean a rhyming verse is not obscene yet hardly worth the birth of notes I'm playin'
better to be out of words than force the ones you've always heard and bore you more with punctual partition set in golden platitude I'm working on my attitude a sadder dude would swear he's near Perdition
I try to keep it off the cuff but sinking low, enough's enough and just as rough to find a way to end it not poetic suicide my own phonetic cuter side to find the brokenness and try to mend it
thankful for the little things the corny rhymes and onion rings the stuff my dad would say to make us smile that subtle joke, so funny Dad and gee I miss you, now I'm sad and hope to see you soon " Just wait a while".
So there it is. Grief. Has to come up and it's healing. Dad would always want to hear my latest poems. He loved all of them and would say 'Get that published!"Β Β One of Dad's common lines was " Wait a while." I miss my dad so much and it is always a comfort to pray to God and ask him to give my dad a hug for me. Tell him I miss him. Often times when I am just being quiet and waiting for God to speak to me, I will get a line which is my Dad's kind of humor....Always a comfort and like a healing balm to my heart.