A Wasted Parenthood Poem by Sam Betts
A Wasted Parenthood
Dwight J's Time to sleep.
No shame right now it will never come no one will ever know all I have done
Every deed I ever did or mistake I did make
My mind has held a copy that proves I am a fake
It's time for endless sleep from which I'll never rise so draw in close and hear my mind before I close my eyes.
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A wasted parent hood
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