This has been a bittersweet time, as I pass all the cards in the Supermarket, marking Sunday. I used to buy those cards; I probably have a few spare at home. But... no more. It's sad.
Father’s Day
Father’s day, coming up soon
No celebrations this time round
That sun has set. A silenced tune
His ashes lie beneath the ground
Happy days: laughter, games, fun
Still there somewhere in the past
Walking distance beneath the sun
Time alive: all there, all will last.
Old, coughing, a shambling gait
Don’t get old, you once told me
That is ending, that is cruel fate
There is honey no more for tea
Father’s day, coming up soon
No celebrations this time round
That sun has set. A silenced tune
His ashes lie beneath the ground
Happy days: laughter, games, fun
Still there somewhere in the past
Walking distance beneath the sun
Time alive: all there, all will last.
Old, coughing, a shambling gait
Don’t get old, you once told me
That is ending, that is cruel fate
There is honey no more for tea
I shall light a candle this Father’s Day
Stand in silence a moment, pray
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