it's your
father's problem.
this past
he's created over
the life
he's lived.
it's not yours
to own,
not your potion
to swallow
or rub, like
oil
into your bones.
it's his to deal
with.
his life,
you just happen
to be along
for part of the
ride. but
when that
ride's about
to end you'll
be there to set
down his reins.
Friday, November 21, 2014
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