My Father Died Comments
In the middle of the summer,
when I was twenty-two
and wore sneakers with no socks
and was growing my first beard,
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'Several sad and sorry seasons' was a very nice working of words.This poem is so sad and a nice living tribute for a very well missed father in a son's life. Life cannot exhist, but with death.Death cannot exhist, but with a given up of life. Memories are what we have of that is left, which in turn will reunite us with loved ones in death. God Bless All. An excellent poem. Best regards-Mike Gale.
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9/8/2025 7:09:13 AM # 1.0.0
its simplicity is perfectly beautiful