The Four Slices

There are four slices left

But we are in debt.

Why did I decide to be kept

If my parents are in death?

I remember the times my dad bought me pizza

But we only ate half of it.

There’s four slices left.

The four mean something as I should know.

Something is coming.

One, I remember the good times.

Two, stay in school.

Three, never forget what you were told.

Four, move forward.

After my parents died I always asked why?

Why did they keep me and the four slices of pizza?

My parents weren’t there much for me

But I would always remember the four slices

My dad left me.

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