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Not much to say

Besides it hurts

Not having him here.

I know how it feels.

To have to be the Dad.

To take the place of the most wonderful man on earth.

To have to live up to him.

To do everything he would do

If he could be here.

I have become an expert

At painting on a happy face

Like a clown.

At dealing with my pain

As I deal with others problems as well.

At being their ear.

When all I want is to have an ear that will listen.

Listen to me.

My problems seem insignificant

Compared to those who’s

Parents beat them.

Who don’t have money

Or food.

Those who don’t have a home.

Even those who live in the places my Dad is.

Those who are young with no family at all.

Not that they know of.

And so I will hold in my pain.

Stuff it down to the bottom of my toes.

And wait suffering

Dyeing

As Bush laughs at me and my problems.