I miss my Dad
here at 35.
I wish he was here
to offer advice
that I didn’t need in my younger years.
I think that
I would listen more
to his advice and
with the wisdom contained within.
Wisdom is precious
when you reach this age and find it lacking
I still wonder why
such a wise man is gone.
No rhyme or reason that I can read
although the mind logically seeks one out
when fools prosper
and prophets cease to breathe.
::One + Four = Life… on Beloved Plugged vs Unplugged… on A Love Lasagna Plugged and Unplugge… on Beauty. An unfinished poem abo… Grow It, Make It, Ba… on I carried a sandcastle home in… eatmystreet on I carried a sandcastle home in…