If u call him in the morning with his coffee and tv <br />His thoughts are pretty lucid <br />In that moment he could fix anything <br />After lunch he starts slipping <br />Then the clouds roll in <br />After dinner lets go completely <br />No more to comprehend <br />I remember the hope of dawn <br />That was lost by midday <br />And how by closing time <br />That too ran away <br />Sometimes I blame myself <br />For believing too much <br />Working to send him through training <br />The genius in him I saw the cause <br />Every dime I had <br />Every resource I could find <br />Anything to boost him further <br />Years later built a business by his side <br />But to some you can give everything <br />And its still not enough <br />What can I now give another <br />When no more do overs in me are left <br />Steer away from anything <br />Resembling the lies that once piled up...... <br /> <br />The sadness in the voice <br />Of a morning call <br />Clarity that won't last <br />Into nightfall<br /><br />Lauren B Called<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vicious-circle-13/
