What Time Is It?
To walk on water.
Holding hands with my daughter.
Wishing we had, had a Father.
To eat lunch that's not slaughtered.
Take us out to dinner I hollered.
No sex? Why bother?
Things change from what they were.
Ending things has a single cure.
Two hearts so gold & pure.
The past is but a blur.
Faded & outdated &
Too long we had waited.
In the hot sun I had hated.
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