My Father
Submitted by kerouac on Sat, 02/21/2009 - 2:55am.
He awaits death as we go to visit
Bitches all the time about how hard he has it
Lying in bed and staring at the ceiling
Selfish and self-gratification are the only things on his mind
He knows we all lie to him about the things he asks for
But he plays along
Whether to make us feel better or just to hide his pain
His memory slips like an eraser on chalkboard
Except for that which he truly desires
It is hard for me to see my hero
Rotting away
I feel like the guy at the 21-gun salute
That fires and knows by the sound that his weapon was never loaded
I never got the chance to…
Now who is selfish and self gratifying