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Dad Dance

If you can move with unco-ordinated limbs

and move backwards when you want to advance

If you shuffle about

with your elbows stuck out

you've cracked it...you're doing the dad dance

 

It doesn't take much to perfect it

Most of us can do it with ease

With no self esteem

we occasionally scream

from the pain in our arthritic knees

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Giving Up The Fight

Everyone said how smart he looked

with his clean clothes and new haircut

as he went out on his final night

 

And on his return at curfew

they said he was happier than he'd ever been

with no clue that he'd lost the fight

 

Found slumped in his chair at the table

where he wrote poetry and song lyrics

but that night the only thing he wrote

was an unfinished unsigned s...

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Playing The Hand You've Been Dealt

Our lives are shaped by our birth 

and by the opportunities we're given

There's no point complaining about your looks

or your background or your wealth

You've just got to get on with it

and play the hand you've been dealt

 

Take me for example

I'm good looking, healthy and rich

but you never hear me complaining

Ain't life a bitch?

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Time to see the priest

He is strapped into his wheelchair

behind the various gizmos

that bring him to life

 

She chats to him as she tidies up.

Slumped in his chair he is silent.

He is unable to answer her.

 

She gets ready for their usual walk

but today he won't be going.

She is going out on her own.

 

As she sits in a pew at St Josephs

she thinks about his vacant expression

wh...

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