The Aftermath

The needle has taken a father away,
an uncle, a brother, a friend,
your daughters broken heart,
the lost years you cannot mend,
for you care for no one,
the street is your friend.

You wander around,
your head in the sky,
worried about nothing,
but to score your next high.

The years go by,
your family grow old,
your daughter marries,
without a story being told.

The damage is done,
you were too gone to see,
you were somebodies father,
its a love with no fee.

Alas, as you walk the streets,
waiting for your life to end,
don't worry about us,
The needles your friend.

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