yo, Pops, (did) Y'ever...?  (No, I Never) nor (Ever)/ why d'you ask?

 

patiently          wait-ing        un-der    an
oldfashioned     lamppost/signpost                          f o r
the
      next           elevator / escalator ............    in
a faux
            film'noir..............         [for which........]        

                                                                (      I
                                                               know no thing
                                                     about         production/direction, nor
                                                 how to be {a} gaffer/or/bestboy          )


Though I did not know (at 4-5yrs old), what made a father a father,  I wondered if Father was Really 'My' Father.   I didn't think on it much in the proceeding years, but did spend a few (profound) moments (hours) in contemplation of same 10,11,12 yrs. later.   Trauma's did ensue, & I left home at 18, under threat of physical violence if I didn't go to the other side of the world & kill as many chink-ass commies as possible,(or die trying).......so I left.....not to return, other than for brief visits. G'odd bless'im, but he remembered nothing about the "Reign of Terror" around what got me to Go.
         39years later, i'm called upon to live wit Pop's awhile he gets thru his fears of dying as he made quite a slide into mortality.
          We was best buddies for 11 months.....then, like everyone else, he just fckn died.

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