My father falls asleep
in front of the TV
watching The Simpsons as he does every day
and he falls asleep
under a blue blanket
left by a daughter he lost
to the world
the big, bad world
the world that takes away innocence
and leaves a person guilty
of every crime they've ever committed
so as I see my father falling asleep
I wonder of what he dreams
what goes on within his mind
as he dozes off again
reclined on the couch
with a straight line on his mouth
because he's a tired man
with rough, working hands
because he's strived and struggled
all of his life
to make a name for himself
to provide for his family
to do something great in this life
and he's achieved all of that
and I can only hope that one day
I'll be like him
sleeping on the couch while watching TV
maybe one day, that'll be me
because I'll have achieved something great like him
and maybe one day, my own daughter will see me sleeping
under my sister's old blanket
and she won't disturb me
because she knows how much it means
to me.
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