Dear Mr. Carpenter
Dear Mr. Carpenter, Sorry I haven't been by for awhile. Time has eroded me, And my vision grew shadows. My mother keeps saying to pay you a visit, Or when you do likewise, Your hands will be less full. My mate tells me you left, That you were never home at all. But was that not you I came to visit so long ago? My father stopped walking When the leaves fell last year. Tell me, is he here with you? Well, Mr. Carpenter, I will leave you now. Someone else might be knocking. But I ask of you not to leave me. So long, Your Son Written September 16th, 2001 © on Sep 16 2001 04:07 PM PST 0 • 13
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"Dear Mr. Carpenter, Sorry I haven't been by for awhile. Time has eroded me, And my vision grew shadows. My mother keeps saying to pay you a visit, Or when you do likewise, Your hands will be less full. My mate tells me you left, That you were never home at all. But was that not you I came to visit so long ago? My father stopped walking When the leaves fell last year. Tell me, is he here with you? Well, Mr. Carpenter, I will leave you now. Someone else might be knocking. But I ask of you not to leave me. So long, Your Son..."