Friday, June 3, 2016

it's too late when we die


Every generation
Blames the one before.

And all of their frustrations
Come beating on your door.

I know that I'm a prisoner
To all my Father held so dear,
I know that I'm a hostage
To all his hopes and fears.

I just wish I could have told him in the living years.

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