I know a man who lives in sadness
He’s built his battlements there
An impenetrable façade of okayisms and alrights
Battered and bruised by SYCDAA (situations you can’t do anything about)
He seeks a window, a reprieve
He longs for hope and love
A promise of something beyond the misery
That has become a constant refrain
A life lesson in futility and perplexity
I know a man who lives in sadness
A strong man, a good man, a lone man
I know this man intimately
For he is my father and my friend
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Food for thought
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