Lonely Days

September 15, 2017

Today’s a lonely day,

For it seems I’m on my way

To a funeral that wasn’t meant to be.

This man was more than Dad to me

He was teacher

He was preacher

He was mentor

And his kindness went from ceiling to floor.

However, all this is no more.

That day contained the gore

That will haunt my days forevermore.

It seems as if I dream

And he’ll walk in with his eyes agleam

But I know it not to be true.

For this is the fault of you.

You stand here beside me,

Nice suit and hair all wily

Telling me you’re sorry.

Tell to the lonely girl on nights starry.

Tell that to the girl without her father,

Who is crying to her mother.

All this because you did not look,

You did not think twice.

You pulled into the next lane

And thought it quite nice.

You noticed a bump

And then a thump

And knew you’d done something wrong.

Dad on his bike

Kid on her trike

They learned to ride together.

But now he is lost,

All because a second look couldn’t be tossed.

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