After Dad

“After Dad”

I should be asleep now.

I go from a million things on my mind.

Then utterly nothing.

I can think of or find.

I am restless,

I am so weary.

Even the brightest days,

Just feel dreary.

I would like I say I have answers.

I simply do not.

So I plod through every day.

With all I have got.

All I have got.

Should I be angry or sad?

Maybe even mad?

I must figure out life,

After Dad.

Dg

02-17-20