Pop’s dead, <br />and took his secrets <br />with him, <br />and honestly, <br />I don’t mind. <br /> <br />Were I <br />a better son <br />I’d wonder <br />about him, <br />even wonder <br />how he’s doing <br />in the after life, <br />but I figure he’s doing fine, <br />probably has an excellent gov’t pension, <br />a couple girlfriends, <br /> <br />and if he’s suffering <br />up (or down) there <br />well, <br />what am I supposed to do? <br />Petition the devil? <br /> <br />The truth is, <br /> Pop usually did better <br /> than I. <br />So is he, wherever he is, <br />worrying <br />and wondering <br />about me? <br />And if so, <br />what can he do, <br />a man in his position, <br />to help out?<br /><br />Percy Dovetonsils<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pop-8/
