Kathy

I still hear me Da, laughing like a foghorn, all the money gone, happy not badly scarred, or left forlorn. I start the car, when he stamps the tar, like a newborn, he’s a fallen star, can't understand what's done looking war-torn, I switch off, he's not a clerk, not even sure, where’s his great heart, can’t find that chart, my son knows the score', it’s gone too far, a trip to his mother's, ripped shirts he’s worn, things fall apart, love has no form