An overcast morn for an overcast soul.
I don’t know how I’ll get out of this hole.
Million thoughts in my head. A thousand words to say;
my dad was born today.

More than four score have passed since then.
In fact, had passed a lifetime, when
after a trip to his best friend,
my father’s heart had reached its end.

That event occurred last Fall.
I’m sad no Dad now takes my calls
and mad I lost my father dear,
but at least I had him forty years.