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| Selfish* |
| It was late afternoon |
| nobody even realized--until |
| it was too late. |
| what would happen on that |
| crisp summer's day |
| and all they would do is |
| look back and shake their |
| disapproving heads |
| reminded by such a tragedy. |
| Who knew |
| that such a person |
| would be so selfish |
| but-- |
| Was it more selfish, Mother |
| than when you would leave him |
| all alone late at night-- |
| while you were at some bar |
| flirting? |
| Was it more selfish, Father |
| than when you would come home |
| in a drunken stupor |
| beating him black and blue? |
| Throughout all of this |
| he persevered |
| even making honor roll |
| oh, you were so proud then |
| weren't you Mother? |
*this is yet to be finished!