The Four Slices
There are four slices left
But we are in debt.
Why did I decide to be kept
If my parents are in death?
I remember the times my dad bought me pizza
But we only ate half of it.
There’s four slices left.
The four mean something as I should know.
Something is coming.
One, I remember the good times.
Two, stay in school.
Three, never forget what you were told.
Four, move forward.
After my parents died I always asked why?
Why did they keep me and the four slices of pizza?
My parents weren’t there much for me
But I would always remember the four slices
My dad left me.
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