Treasure Island

Rose Falcone

(September 8,1959 / Brooklyn, New York)

DEAD BEAT DAD


Do you know what you’ve done
To the children you shun
Their sweet hearts you have broken
With the words you have spoken

Though liar and cheat
The rap you won’t beat
Is the way you have treated
The children you cheated

When you’re an old dying man
There’ll be nary a fan
At your grave, at your end
Not a single real friend

Justice is karma
The cost of your drama
You’re worth none of my time
Nor one more rhyme

Submitted: Friday, May 02, 2008
Edited: Friday, May 02, 2008

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  • James B. Earley (5/10/2008 12:06:00 AM)

    This is a moving read, painfully devoid of winners An all too common aspect of the human condition! Wishing you well....... (Report) Reply

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