Father & Son
A poem by Paul Pizzolo

Father & Son

Confusion can be confusing
Understanding never real,
I do understand your illness
To me it can be unreal.

Highs are great in theory
But destructive all the time.
I want to help you dearly
That's simply me inclined!

Women can be great,
But that's not the answer
At least you have your health,
Not dying from awful cancer

We will work together
Everyday of our lives
And then we will die
And go to the heavenly skies.

You are the smartest man I know,
I tell no lie to that
Keep being strong,
And not a pussy cat.