He drinks like it is symphony
His jokes are icy, icy cold
He fears the worst and is yet so bold.
He lingers on for love's sake
Knowing not it's his to take
Never grudging but silently resenting
He thinks quietly, minds reading.
If my father could be exchanged for another
I'd know no breath and would have no tether
The anchor that holds us so deep
Like in a ocean not always placid.
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