Curtis

Another descreptive poem about someone I know.

Out of sight,
Out of mind.

That's how you treat your family.

Until you need,

mon-ey

or a favor.

 

We love you,

as best we can.

You come in & out of our lives again.

You have dreams,

but all we hear is talk.

You sound like your father who doesn't walk the walk.

 

Author's Note

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[Tracie Skarbo]

ouch... truth is hard to say sometimes and even harder to hear. Hopefully he will come around and surprise you...great job!

[Micah_s5]

but all we hear is talk.
You sound like your father who doesn't walk the walk.

I think that part had the biggest impact in my opinion.