My Dad
My dad gone forever he will be.
Why things happen we will not know.
It came to early for me to see.
At least I have his pictures to show.
There is things I never said.
I have learned a lot from his life.
What happened will always mess with my head.
I will replay what happened with rife.
Sometimes I tell myself its unreal.
I know I will make him proud.
But there is something I have to fulfill.
While he watches me from the clouds.
In life there will always be hiccups.
I will always keep my head up.
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