Chopin Prelude Number 13

The pretext to context—
I’m not supposed to be here:
That’s what my father told me.
But here i am, dropping a tear.
Now, quit my next job,
As brother suffers the same.
How do i talk with you
To get out of this game?
i had a true love;
i failed her so bad;
Now i have a daughter—
Damn, how can I do ‘Dad?’
Pallbeared in Marble Falls,
A family ripped apart,
I can’t do this any more
With this ignorant heart.
Brother, thankfully, didn’t die,
Though anger rules his house.
I’d love to be of help,
But he only sees another louse.
So i put down these lines
To see where can I go—
Can we really ever help?
No? Yeah, I suppose I should know.
But here i am, dropping a tear.

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Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

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