How many times can an old man die to youth
Love and it’s insignificant remainders
A man can only share so many failures
Before he is told to be on his way.
Apologists don’t last long in the business of families and grievances
When you are on your dead bed you are celebrated even in lies.
Where did the money go when you lied in that hospital?
A share of your life and it’s wares was all we were after.
Don’t count yourself blessed by any means
A slice of your inheritance pie was all we wanted.
A grandfather’s final wish to make amends with a family bored to death with his death.
Depending on the con we were always looking for something better than hands to hold.
While you told us your favorite memory,
We were tallying how much money dwindled away as your drip fell into yr veins.
We wanted your love 50 years ago
A deathbed apology too little too late.
