My Son My Self Poem by bob eichen
My Son My Self
Too late to save him
Not smart enough to save him
Not strong enough to save him
And now he's
Falling
Falling
Falling
And now I'm
Falling
Falling
Falling
Not strong enough to save myself
Not smart enough to save myself
And now it's
Too late to save myself.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: smart
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