He wakes too early to watch
The dog run and dew dry.
Bitter coffee and latin music
That picture of his mother.
A mop, a bucket, good knees
Wasted in rush hour traffic.
The winter snapped at his shoulders
'Til his hands fell off.
Veins bulge, too many cigarettes;
He cries with his daughter,
Laughs with his son,
And remembers his mother.
Kharma disproved by a man
Who only loved to water his lawn,
Catch fish with chicken.
He will expire when the lease is up.
No Thanks,
Only crows feet and a smile.
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