Traveling far,
energy low,
light changed to darkness
many miles ago.
Trying to reach home
before his end.
Traveling this road alone
all over again.
Last chance cafe
is up ahead.
I will pull in, not to stay,
just for coffee and short bread.
Then it came to me,
his heart is weak,
this is my father I got to see.
Maybe the last chance we have to speak.
For a lesson learn
is wisdom gained.
Never to be late again,
for this I yearn ,
just to whisper his name.
FATHER
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2009
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