Sometimes, my mind wanders to the days when my father was alive. His death two years ago, still haunts my days sometimes.
We have become friends since he died.
Am I your reflection,
My father dear?
Do I echo your lessons,
In things I do, or do I
Cling to sadness or hate?
Am I the one you chose to share
Your wisdom and kindness,
Or just your fear,
Of things unknown and
Prejudiced views of black and white?
Did I succeed where your
Soul suffered, in strength and kindness,
And indecision or rage?
Was the evolution of age
A healing faction, or a lie?
Do I shuffle on the pathway,
Learned from pain,
And caress my sisters
Who grieve for you,
Or smile and say adieu?
Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2006-05-25 at 22:19
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We have become friends since he died.
Adieu...
Am I your reflection,
My father dear?
Do I echo your lessons,
In things I do, or do I
Cling to sadness or hate?
Your wisdom and kindness,
Or just your fear,
Of things unknown and
Prejudiced views of black and white?
Did I succeed where your
Soul suffered, in strength and kindness,
And indecision or rage?
Was the evolution of age
A healing faction, or a lie?
Do I shuffle on the pathway,
Learned from pain,
And caress my sisters
Who grieve for you,
Or smile and say adieu?
Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2006-05-25 at 22:19
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