I Asked My Dad What Afflicted Meant

It's Not Enough To Be American. You Always Have To Be Something Else, Irish-american, German-american, And You'd Wonder How They'd Get Along If Someone Hadn't Invented The Hyphen

Love Her As In Childhood Through Feeble, Old And Grey. For You’ll Never Miss A Mother’s Love Till She’s Buried Beneath The Clay.

You Feel A Sense Of Urgency, Especially At My Advanced Age, When You're Staring Into The Grave.

Keep Scribbling! Something Will Happen.

I Asked My Dad What Afflicted Meant And He Said 'sickness Son, And Things That Don't Fit.'