It was a boring Saturday afternoon when my father died,
I'd been listening to Buddy Holly on the radio and wasting my time,
Mucking about with a stanza or two and looking for a rhyme,
It was a boring Saturday afternoon the day my father died.
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I feel this....for I have experienced this....You know all my life I read upanishads and stuff like that that talk of death being liberation etc. But, u know, only the dead are liberated, not the living who mourn.....Nice write