2012年07月03日

Comics I spent the night with

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June 29th, 2001, it was my wife's birthday
Spending the night alone in the house where I'd lived in my younger days

I had to vacate the rented house by next day, the end of the month
Filled with trash my father had left, who'd been a loafer for many months

Had to outsource disposal service, for the trash was too much for myself
I was waiting for the next day's break, thinking of my father's death and life

Long and lonely night I spent with some comics left in the house
Absolutely nonsense, but healed my sense


Soon after I'd been born, from Saku, my birthplace, he disappeared
Many a person came to my mother and grandparents, I once heard

Came to demand payment of the money they claimed to have lent him
One of them was a young woman, nobody knew who she was to him

For more than a decade he was missing, being a plumber in Matsudo city
To live with him here in this house, he called my mother, sister and me

And the lonely night I spent with some comics left in this place
Absolutely nonsense, but healed my sense



Years after my leaving the house, he still was a plumber and a small corp. manager
He came to a deadlock, debts kept mounting, and a stomach ulcer made him a loafer

Decided to throw him into bankruptcy, I made my parents escape to their home
Escape from banks, finance companies and creditors, I must face with some

One was a young and steady plumber, another who had a small repair shop to manage
And one was a man who lent my father the money for the man's son entering college

I must tell them he could not repay, in the meantime my father committed suicide
On June 22nd, the day very cold



For my father's debt to a bank, I'd been a surety, that made my wife angry
And she denied to attend the funeral, and naturally gave no help to me

I could not expect much of my mother, I must do all for myself
Waiting for the next day's disposal service, I was thinking of his death and life

My father disappeared twice in his life leaving only debts to his family
This time he left a suicide note, only to my uncle, not to me

The note ended with strange words, 'Can I work again, when be cured?'
He needed a mental cure, now I'm sure



Something wrong with his words, I should've noticed far more urgent
Gave me many hints of suicide, I took them jokes, that I regret

Not a loafer, he was mentally ill, I should've known I must not scold him
I pulled the trigger on his suicide, though no one else but I could help him

Waiting for the next day, all be thrown away, with some comics left in the house
Absolutely nonsense, but healed my sense

(June 22 - 30, 2012)

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