Not Last Chance


Last chance

And again stuff in your drawer

Cardboard box and talks

And sadly out the door.

Seemed right

Many Friday nights

Part of the fun

Dismiss the shame.

But doors are closed

Drugs by your name.

You curse the sky

And wonder why

I seem so far.

Once teenage pain

A crowd insane

Made what you are.

But too uncool

That I should rule

Your thoughts and ways.

Child I was there

And full of care

Those furtive days.

I still arrive

In sunrise hues

With new and free.

A Father true

And courting you

Come close to me.

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