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Not Just Any Man

written by: Laura Hughes



As I sit here watching you sleep,
I'm trying my best not to weep.
It's so hard seeing you lay there.
All I can do is watch in despair.

Growing up you were very strong.
Now looking at you seems so wrong.
You are looking so weak and frail,
and all I want to do is wail.

I really want to cry and scream.
Is this just a horrible dream?
Why does it have to be this way?
Is there anything I can say?

I really don't know what to do.
I just know I can't lose you, too.
Please God, help save him if you can.
He's my Pop, not just any man...

Laura Hughes

Laura Hughes

MARCH 2017 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
I am just your average person with a tendency to rhyme.
Laura Hughes

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