D's For Daddy

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    D's For Daddy

    D's for Daddy driving drunk
    (he dodged dry, sober ways).
    Still, certain drugs were his first choice,
    mid-aged through Dylan’s days.

    Pop passed the bar when Twenty-three,
    then conquered City Halls.
    Mom said that "tales of their young love"
    were carved on County walls.

    One tainted night with teary sight,
    Dad met his Waterloo.
    Although a child, I was so sad;
    he left at Forty-two.

    I heard Ma cry that night he went,
    faced down on our front lawn.
    Damned drugs deal desperate dreams to tots;
    my daddy died near dawn.

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    cmlestrade commented on D's For Daddy

    07-11-2009

    Very emotional. Very sad subject that doesn't get preachy in it's message but leaves it's impact all the same.

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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