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Sat in his armchair.
Slippers worn and torn,
Face unshaven, Hair disheveled,
What was he thinking.
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When you were only thirty three,
You laid down your life for me,
I think of you on the cross so high,
God I do not want to die.
...
Sat in his cell thinking,
The silence was deafening,
Alone in his thoughts,
Time without meaning.
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My Dad
Sat in his armchair.
Slippers worn and torn,
Face unshaven, Hair disheveled,
What was he thinking.
A cigarette hanging from his lips,
The ashes on his cardigan,
Like fallen snow.
I knew he loved me,
But he never said so.
Nor did he ever give me a hug,
That would be sissy.
He missed my ma as I did,
And seemed not to care anymore.
A cantankerous old git,
But I loved him.
Now he was in the autumn of his years,
One day he woke up and was old.
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