Dad
The blue eyes and goofy smile
That brought me bliss
The sarcasm and jokes
That I will surely miss
The voice that I grew up to love
It all belonged to he
He who had no choice.
He who was betrayed by fate
but had found out
too little too late
Bound by a time limit
He made the best of it
but the time came,
He was taken away
and that’s all there is to say.
This is where my trial begins.
This was the battle that nobody wins.
The blue eyes and goofy smile
I already miss
If only I could bring back the bliss.
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