Unable to Express - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

Unable to Express

On his deathbed,
He croaks out something
That sounds like,
“I love you,” to his
Daughter, having been
Unable to express it at
Any other time,
A sadly hollow gesture
That would have
Meant much more if
He had had the courage
To say it along the way.


 
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Poetry by Guy Farmer