I drive by to see if he is out on the patio
or by the bench in the sun
Statued in stony white
Taking in some rays
Getting warmth while he can
If he is
I stop in to have a smoke
Time is short so I don't stay long
Just a brief stay
Like the spring breeze
Just long enough to have been there
And then gone
There isn't much left to him these days
A man once
But
The pain meds have him in a fog most of the time
Fading in and out
Clouded like mist
But he still has spirit
One last fight
He's holding out now for St. Paddy's day
He heard that there's a party at a nearby club
And he plans on being there
I hope he makes it
If he does
I'll be his ride
And we'll have
One last day of being Irish
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 5:00 PM UTC
I drive by to see if he is out on the patio
or by the bench in the sun
Statued in stony white
Taking in some rays
Getting warmth while he can
If he is
I stop in to have a smoke
Time is short so I don't stay long
Just a brief stay
Like the spring breeze
Just long enough to have been there
And then gone
There isn't much left to him these days
A man once
But
The pain meds have him in a fog most of the time
Fading in and out
Clouded like mist
But he still has spirit
One last fight
He's holding out now for St. Paddy's day
He heard that there's a party at a nearby club
And he plans on being there
I hope he makes it
If he does
I'll be his ride
And we'll have
One last day of being Irish
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