How many children took a side, only grieving, that 'their lives' were not as full, as could have been...had they had a father there?
I wonder, how many children searched, to find the fathers, they were missing from their lives? How many put up posters, for the missing and unclaimed...as they would have, even for a dog?
I wonder, if they really cared at all, because...other men and I were there, under bridges, at the burn barrels of despair...but, we never saw you there.
I wonder, a lot, about many things, that ruin peoples lives...that never find answers, as I freeze my ass out here.
Signed: Your father.
Signed: Your father.
Written by Bruce James Clyde 2017, at Deming, New Mexico
Art: Homeless holiday, google pic
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