This is a poem I wrote in 2004. I have no idea where my poetry comes from most of the time and that is especially true in this case. I apply effort and thought to my drawings, novels, and short stories, not to my poems. I think of myself as an author, not a poet. I don't plan them; they just sort of start to come to me unexpectedly. I imagine all of my poems set to music. I imagine this one to a modified version of the tune of Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen. Tell me what you think. Dear son It seems I've hit a snag The supplier fell through The army's coming to take me away The thing is anyways I love you Tell the grandkids I love them too Keep up the good work Be thankful your mother isn't with us to see me here today She was so weak but I'll see her soon And I'll be okay I'm sorry If this was hard to read I'm writing very fast I think I can hear the bombs now I just don't know how For decades I've worked hard to achieve the dream Then it all came down I know good will win in the end but apparently not today But don't lose faith it will happen soon And you'll be okay This time I won't be coming back I found a job I just can't hack Still, I'll put up one good fight And you know I'll be alright And I'll be okay Dear son Revolution is hard Remember the reason The children need you now more than before As I'm sure you know The future Is in your hands I'm afraid I've Been retired for good We will meet again but I'm afraid when just is not today This letter I must cut short too soon And we'll be okay We'll be okay
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