When I Was a Baby
By jwhwz •
When I was a baby, I would cry and rave;
And when I was one, I said, "Goodbye, Dave".
That was the day I lost my father;
My heart thinks nothing of it, but my brain, it does bother.
For, I barely knew the man;
But, I know now that one only does the best one can.
For, he lived a natural life; but died of lung cancer;
Though, he never smoked, asbestos was everyone's best answer.
He supposedly died from this chemical exposure;
But, about that fact, I have never received positive closure.
Asbestos was supposedly unknown in 1975,
And, that's why family thinks my natural father is not alive.
He died in so much agony and pain;
I don't see what, in the universe, there is to gain.
It is Mother Nature that doesn't care;
If you are or are not there.
She does exactly what she wants as a test;
That is why we can't be perfect; we can only do our best.
At the age of three, I had a brain tumor operation;
And, from then on, my life has been anything but a vacation.