Broken
April 11, 2013
He called me downstairs
From his big, brown chair
He sat me down
He started to frown
He knows I care
About the well-beings here
But this information
Caused a situation
The shhh sound it made
As the broken parts laid
His tears had then shed
My laughter he led
I laughed at his story
Then told him, “I’m sorry”
But the things he told me
I should’ve foreseen
He had put on some weight
Not expecting change
He thought there was no chance
He’d ever rip his pants
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