Now that you're dead
Who will show me how to ride my bike?
Now that you're dead
Who will teach me how to mow the lawn?
Now that you're dead
Who will I play catch with?
Now that you're dead
Who will teach me how to fight?
Now that you're dead
Who will show me how to shave?
Now that you're dead
Now that you're dead…. T
he family hasten been the same without you Dad.
Well it looks like its time to grow up and figure things out on my own. Hard or easy are the only two ways underneath me.
The tools of what my Farther gave me to make it on my own
Now comes into play every day.
'Work hard, play hard, life is like a reword you got to work for it'
What my dying farther said to me in his hospital bed.
Dad I'll always remember what you tort me.
R.I.P
Matthew Soriano
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/now-that-you-re-dead/
