My Dad did it again. A week and a half at home and he falls. Dislocating the hip again!
Popped for a second time
Hanging on the farm gate
Pain unbearable
Cussing, ripened fruit
Held up by Bro
Dropping ever so slowly
An old gold bruise
Now blackened
Mind fuddled even more now
Time to make changes
Can it be done?
Not without your consent
Grey storms scudding
when you arrive home
Words tinged with hate
Its not us
Its you
You will know we love you
But please
heed the words
Follow Instructions
Sit and enjoy
your old age
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