Gary Day - Poem by Dakota Ellerton
One week, one day.
Is the day that was just for you.
You, and the people like you.
I hear people around me, talk ill of their fathers.
Atleast yours is alive.
You've got a chance to fix things,
as I never will.
I'd give anything to hear him yell,
to have him argue with me once more.
But that will never happen.
I will never see his face again,
nor will I hear his voice.
On a day like Fathers day,
what do I have to celebrate?
The people around me will be buying gifts,
and planning trips,
but I will not do a thing.
There wasn't a man like you,
nor a soul as kind as yours.
If I could take back,
the years I took your love for granted,
I would spend the time appreciating.
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