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The expression you wear on your
face
Is nearly always the same,
Do you feel as if you’re out of
place?
Your eyes are a façade of pain.
Was growing up too much to bear
Or is it the company you keep?
Did anyone tell you life wasn’t
fair?
More that often you think too deep.
Perhaps it was your childhood to
blame,
No paternal love was shown.
No time, so space, preferred a pub
game,
Or frightened of my love of the
unknown.
I’m sorry your friend was taken
from you.
I’m sorry I picked a bad dad.
I’m sorry your life didn’t get
nurtured through.
I’m sorry your smile is so sad.
Mum