today i slipped on my father’s coat, a heavy weight with shoulders straight, it hung down almost to my toes. encloaked and wrapped, i wore his hat, and sat and ate like him. then i drank and thanked and sipped and then i sipped again. i waived a hand and wrote a check, jotting down a scribbled note, but all along it wasn’t him it was just my father’s clothes. so i tried to shout like him, and then i called his friends, at least with them i could act like him but they know it’s just pretend. and i tasked to write like him and sing like he would do, yet i only wrote my name and i only sang my tune. so i tried to give like him, i scraped and lost and bled, i showed my love to others but still they only said,
my father's clothes
my father's clothes
my father's clothes
today i slipped on my father’s coat, a heavy weight with shoulders straight, it hung down almost to my toes. encloaked and wrapped, i wore his hat, and sat and ate like him. then i drank and thanked and sipped and then i sipped again. i waived a hand and wrote a check, jotting down a scribbled note, but all along it wasn’t him it was just my father’s clothes. so i tried to shout like him, and then i called his friends, at least with them i could act like him but they know it’s just pretend. and i tasked to write like him and sing like he would do, yet i only wrote my name and i only sang my tune. so i tried to give like him, i scraped and lost and bled, i showed my love to others but still they only said,