For Papa

He was once strong and rich
Full of life and excitement
Those days faded, like the yellow peel
Of bananas turning brown with time
He was once strong like the inside
Once strong, now mushy, a week old
He is growing weak, body and soul
He gave us everything, all that money could buy
Now in Vienna, he is torn under the sun
He bought as much as he could afford
Divided the supply into pairs of two
I got two bananas: one yellow, one blue
I didn’t care
One look into his eyes, I knew his despair
He never had to count, He never had to share
Bananas faded and mushy, a week old

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