Josephine

I still hear me Da, laughing like a foghorn, it all seems so far, happy he's not scarred, or left forlorn. I start the car, when he stamps the tar, like a toddler new born, he’s a fallen star, no wonder I switch off, he looks war-torn, apart from his heart, out of the Ark, not even sure, where he comes from, I can’t find a chart, that tells me the score', it’s gone too far, a trip to the park, an old shirt he’s worn, things fall apart, love has no form.