Until Death
Pain surrounds his body
He still plays with his youngest child, Bobby
Stress deprives him from sleep
He still makes time to teach his middle child about sheep
Death is upon him
He still makes effort to grin at his eldest son Tim.
Age is slowly killing him.
His life is full of struggles.
Dawn to dusk his mind whirls around.
Life has challenged him.
BUT
His age is just a number.
He uses his struggles as a chance to teach his children about responsibilities.
He won’t sleep for the sake of his family.
He accepts the challenge of being a father.
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sarah.0rtiz
Poetry has been my escape ever since I could remember. Every time I think of what to say or write, my throat has a seal that is broken free from strangulation. Words tend to sporadically slip out of my mouth and I have the pure enjoyment of writing them down.
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