being frank – February 1


pinched face, tight lips

hands pressed hard

at the sides


it must have been hard

to be Frank, when your



don’t respect you, even

hate you and call you



while you struggle to

put the food on the



and your wife is dying

from the cancer in

front of you


and your hand can’t

hold from the bottle



you put more into

the glass and again



life wandering away

right in front of



on the long drives to

do business while



rips at you and you

cry into the windshield.




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