Just Another Sonnet Sunday; One More Walk

I see things much more different than then

Now that I’m an old man, older than him

Recall a few wrongs, all are forgiven

Due more for the man he was from within

Seemed as if he always let me down

Expectations not reasonable or sound

What rules did I know or were tightly bound?

What wisdom did I have, by others found?

What I thought selfish was really his say

Helped so often, can’t possibly repay

His love ne’er wavered, not even a day

I’d like to have him back to walk a way

To share my apology over a brew

And finish my time with, Dad, I love you


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