The Estranged Ones
Hard to be the estranged ones so we've learned to let it gobecause he wrote us off such a very long time ago.
He left us behind to start his own life
leaving us kids and his suffering wife.
Can't really say if such hurt hangs anymore
we have all put that pain away in that long-lost drawer.
Time has passed and our own worlds have soared.
Too bad for him that he never joined with us anymore
He with his new wife and the life with no remorse
Us with our own and each other's families in full love's force
And, again the time passes, as it most certainly must
with offspring of our own as our families did adjust.
He has made his decision and the results seem quite hard
As now he is sick and waits for that get well card
We are sorry; we sympathize; we'll visit with this man in the bed
but sorely we are just the estranged ones with no true tears to be shed.
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