Pops. His heart, his mind and his spirit.

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This one's about a good father that everyone takes for granted, and doesn't listen to- and doesn't care that he is dying slowly and getting older. He does everything for them- or at least he use to. He always gives them words of wisdom- and they give him nothing in return. His older son is the only one who pays any attention, and he promised that when their dad died. He would make them all realize what they were doing and missing out on, and how they didn't treat him right- or listen to him before it was too late.

Submitted: May 24, 2014

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They threw you in the trash-

like a piece of glass they didn't want to cut their toes on-

That they didn't want to take a chance on.

I wonder if they'd feel better if you never came home...

I still remember when you use to walk on your own..

on your own two feet;

now your always taking a seat.

Excuse me, If this comes out a little mean.

But I'll be very honest, because you mean the world to me.

Your afraid of what will stop you when your almost done-

Not afraid of the tide but that you might choose to run.

I'm tired of taking care of you because no one else will-

would or could.

I'm tired of being the only one that you can talk to-

but deep inside it makes me feel good.

Your getting sicker and sicker everyday,

and nobody seems to notice-

but I can see a little part of you dying each day.

I can see you slowly slipping away.

I don't want you to leave,

Your the only thing that keeps this family together.

The only one that can make me feel even a little better.

The sky-

It seems obviously blue... but you argue it's red.

And I love that.

You second think everything,

and make sure your work it out in your head.

You tell me not to believe everything people have said.

To not just call everything good.

To think about things and make your own judgment.

That we have the right to our own opinions-

and that not everyones going to love it.

To always stand up for what you believe in...

like real men do.

You are a good strong man, and I want to be just like you.

And I'll have to-

once you slip away.

Actually, I'll be glad to-

And at your funeral I'll say-

All things you'd say, or didn't say, or wanted to say,

The lessons you tried to teach them before it was to late.

It makes me mad, they still wouldn't listen-

they'd just be mad you weren't okay.

They wouldn't think about the memories,

or how you tried your best everyday.

But I'll try to explain it to them.

I'll make them listen,

I'll make them pay.

Make them realize their whole world- had passed away.


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