My daughter keeps me
On the straight and narrow.
She pinches the haughty sense
I have of "Better."
Deflates me when need be.
As she's not adverse
From time to time,
In telling me I'm far from fine.
And pointing out it's not the moment
For staring into nothing
And slowly losing my mind.
Too young and innocent
To comprehend the quarantine.
Her flickered laugh, bright eyes,
Lost in play, as she explains
A Disney princess conspiracy theory,
Forcing my stiffened lips to stretch
Into a soul-segregated smile.
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My Papi's Mid-life Crisis
RandomI'm forty two and in danger of falling through the cracks of mediocrity; also known as a midlife crisis. I don't drive, so I can't buy a fancy car to fix it. I love my wife, so I can't have an affair with another woman. This book is part of my attem...
