I drive home after a quiet mass
In a fine rain in the middle of June.
A man with only one leg jogs past;
The other leg made of titanium.
I make it home and grab an umbrella,
Before setting off on a walk of my own.
I lose myself thinking what kind of fella
Ends up on Father’s day so much alone.
All’s not entirely right around this place
Though the lawn’s kept trim and the house neat.
On my face, my worries leave their trace
And I wonder if I’ll rise above my defeat.
What a hard world, huh? What a world.
I wish I could be content watching it twirl.
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