Oh, my life is so perfect
You really just don’t know.
But everywhere I go’s a kind of
Fantasy on show
I’m very rich and clever,
Surrounded by my friends.
There not some sort of entourage
Just after their own ends
I soak up rays beneath the sun
With all my gals and fellas;
Then send out selfies to you all
So you can be more jealous
The wonder of my life is such
You likely don’t believe:
I understand. Hey, few of you
Could really quite conceive
How much my words are full of lies
Yes, each and every one:
I’m just a grieving father
Who’s been losing
His own
Son
Oh! This settles deep in my soul where the loss of my own Angel Boy lies. ❤️
I’m very, very sorry to hear of your loss.
Thank you, Owen. It’s been a very long time but he’s with me every day
Gut wrenching! The set up and punch to the stomach at the end…well done, but I never know if posts like this are meant to be “liked”…? And I’m sorry you have to go through this.
I appreciate it, sir, I really do.