Written June 19, 2020

a father
knows for certain
that life’s curtain
has been closing
as he
(foolishly)
lay dosing

so he 
(rightly)
teaches his son
how life 
must be done

he declares
with some flares
of his noticeable
nose hairs:

men tout mustaches
and women
eyelashes

arsonists learn
to be 
is to burn

clothes are not worn
when babes 
are just born

now my son
you are wise!

I await
my demise

the son
quite confused
and not 
quite amused

wonders:
however
will I conquer 
life’s blunders?

ah well
such is life
it is toil
it is strife
it is decisions
it is revisions
to use pen?
to use knife?

he says this
and lays down
not without
a slight frown
and he
(foolishly)
begins dosing

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