Don Mann: Focusing on my Craft

Thursday, Nov. 13, 2003 - 2:57 a.m.

When I looked into your eyes

I saw the man I would soon become

When I watched you encased in cold metal

I wept like a child still sucking his thumb

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My last words to you were not "I love you"

They weren't even a cry to stop

Just a simple nod or "ok" under my breath

The day your walls finaly dropped

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Are you watching me now?

Do you approve of these things I've done?

Or have you left this world far behind...

Like you left behind your wife and son?

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Thanks for the cash, dad.

I feel that even the dead can see

I'm not a bit happier on this day of mourning

Than on the morning you abandoned me

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~Scrawled on a shred of newspaper underneath my father's obituary shortly after his death

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