One Last Goodbye
My father's face,
cold, lonely, and empty,
so wrinkled,
dependent on others to care for him,
and he waits to die.
My father almost one hundred years old,
he is too old,
to crippled and he reeks of death to come,
wishing for only one thing before he dies,
peace between my brother and I.
My father waits to die,
not knowing the reason for our dispute,
he does not know the truth,
which was spawned in our youth,
and he never will.
He is no longer strong man I came to know,
instead weak and easily manipulated by deceit,
while I am tired, alone, and without a family who feels and acts on love,
and making hard decisions to insure my emotional survival,
I said "Goodbye" with tears streaming and love in my heart.
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