My Dad


My dad gone forever he will be.

Why things happen we will not know.

It came to early for me to see.

At least I have his pictures to show.

There is things I never said.

I have learned a lot from his life.

What happened will always mess with my head.

I will replay what happened with rife.

Sometimes I tell myself its unreal.

I know I will make him proud.

But there is something I have to fulfill.

While he watches me from the clouds.

In life there will always be hiccups.

I will always keep my head up.

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