That Day

He woke to a lone house

And walked in solo a path

Lived only by himself

And cooked just for one

With the radio for company

On days dark and gloomy

Each day was the same

Going on with no name

Except one day every year

Calls someone so dear

“Happy Father’s Day, Dad.”

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