Daddy's gone

A gun is not a toy

The wheels turn

The dirt flies

People are on the sidelines

Are crying and crying

His life was taken

Much too soon

Why did he leave us?

Why did he go?

His widow is crying

While his children just laugh

For they don’t know the gun wasn’t a toy

Daddy’s not coming back

I hope they know that

 

Author's Note

Just a poem I scrambled together in English Class