The patterns are pretty clear,

You called bluff to my every dare,

You took even my share,

I’m not in my daughter’s stare,

But the pain is crystal clear,

I found precious as random as I lived,

I figured I could shake life through a sieve,

Life grabbed me when I grew glib,

And she kicked, scratched, ribbed,

But I have precious now and it’s all bitter,

Wish I could afford a life sitter,

While a try to make up for better,

For I’ve been just wobbled drunk,

Dreamt but never once with a thunk,

Now there’s nothing but ways to go…