"Sometimes" by Patrick Dwyer

"SOMETIMES" from "Ten Reasons Why I Am Going to Hell"

Sometimes I picture the night I was born.

A man has been pacing since morning: my father.

And sometimes I picture him yelling with joy

'Cause after three girls, now finally... a boy.



Sometimes he'd lift me up high overhead,

And then Id fall down on my bed, while he giggled.

But sometimes he'd smoke all alone in his chair,

Staring at something, but nothing was there.


I remember one cold fourth of July

As my father left us and kissed us goodbye.



Sometimes we'd struggle, my family and I.

Though money was tight, we got by, mostly happy.

But sometimes old memories are hard to erase.

When I look in the mirror, I still see his face.



And my father was bold

And my father was brash.

I decided to learn to be quiet.

And my father was big,

And my father was fat.

I decided to go on a diet.

I remember his sports.

He loved stupid jock sports.

So of course, well, guess what? I love singing.

I remember his moods,
Swinging pendulum moods.

So I vowed I would never go swinging.

I remember how I felt deep inside,

When my sister called me to tell me he died.

I cried.

Id been denied

Of so many things.



Sometimes I wonder how things might have been,

How things would be different if when Im a father.

But sometimes I think of what he could have had.

I still get so angry, and so God-damned mad.

But I'm still his son.

And he's still

My dad.

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