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Dad

Poor little boy

that was second

not first.



Oh for their love

and acceptance

did you thirst.



Your tried to make your way

in a world of classes.

But swallowed up you were

by the usual masses.



The line of your family

you did extend.

But loneliness  remained

even unto the end.



The Patriarch

has now gone and passed.

But still in his eyes

you weren’t first

but last.



Now that he is gone,

I hope you can heal

and find out that the life

you have lived

was for real



He’s not looking

over your shoulder

to scold any more,



He is mourning

for the little boy

who too him

should have meant more.