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Jesse Kajko Dad?Don’t get it. Why you quit? I guess you don’t have the balls to be a dad. It’s too much stress, right Brad? Wait that’s not your name. Shame on me I don’t know my own dad's name. He left me. When I was three. But that’s just him; I can’t change how he acts. It’s just the facts. He doesn’t even have the guts to come back. He must be on crack. He hasn’t even said he was sorry. I guess he isn’t ready yet. I just wait and look at the clock wondering when he will come back. Screw this clock; I ain’t waiting for a knock. I guess it’s still not clear, That you made an awful decision. One day you will see me on the television, And wish you could take it back, Refollow your tracks, But it will be too late, To reenter the gate, Where you left your family, Your wife, Your son, And your dignity. What if I left you dad? And I never came back to see you. And I never called to wish you happy birthday. To say I was sorry. How would you feel? You wouldn’t know because you aren’t in my place. You can’t erase what you did. You acted like a little kid. I hope you understand how much you hurt me. You must disagree, since you haven’t came back to plea. I won’t risk another limb. Just move on, forget it. Quit! Don’t have another fit. About some guy who cares about himself More than his son. I am the one who won. He was the one who decided to run. He is the one who missed out. He is the one who screwed up. One day he will regret what he did, To his one year old kid. But today will not be the day, He will continue to delay And stay away. Until he finally deep down inside, His heart will guide, And help him decide. To come realize, How much he hurt me. [BACK TO TABLE OF CONTENTS, CLASS OF 2007 EDITION] |
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