Don't come to me with this
This of all things
What is so tremendous a task
As to offer comforting words
For an ailing son
Ailing for his heart is breaking
Side by side with his spirit
Sitting in your chair
All you do is stare
And watch me sink a little lower
Even with looming depression
All you can say
Is that you have not the time
Or the patience
To hear me out
Well I guess I should leave you then
I would hate to be a bother
For I know
You have much better things to do
Than sit here and listen to me
Vent my frustrations.
 
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