Chunks were blown off me
When my father died so horribly
And when my son was born handicapped
Then when I lost my trust of some people
In the years of just swallowing their jibes
When my mother died a chunk flew off
In the years you learn to carry on
And live without the parts
Of you that you have lost.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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