My Son My Self Poem by bob eichen

My Son My Self



Too late to save him
Not smart enough to save him
Not strong enough to save him

And now he's
Falling
Falling
Falling

And now I'm
Falling
Falling
Falling

Not strong enough to save myself
Not smart enough to save myself
And now it's
Too late to save myself.

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