Godfather Poem by Daniel Ruiz

Godfather



He helped, and I pushed
He warned, and I walked away
He cared, and I showed little compassion
He died, I did not cry
I missed him, he was there
I needed someone, and he stayed
I got in trouble, and he kept helping
I thanked him, and he was free
Now I live my life, and I thank him

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Myra Smith 30 January 2010

Very nice...........

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