Dad's Fall-Down

In repose he looks quite sad,

lids wincing as to weep.

Listless doze, I venture: "Dad..."

He swears he's not asleep.

I wonder where he goes and why

he would not want me there.

He goes alone to every place.

He swears he doesn't care.

There's less of him than used to be;

things lost along the way.

He says he shed them willingly.

He swears that that's okay.