An unfortunate boy

An unfortunate boy

A Poem by A love for poetry

I wish you had of died that day instead of being here alive

perhaps I could have wondered, how great you were inside 


Why did you wait nine years before deciding to disappear

telling me you had to go somewhere brought me painful tears


I was only nine when I heard these dreadful words

it cast a great big scar in me, till this day it hurts


In these last six years or so I think I've seen you twice

when you made that decision that day did you ever consider the price


Though I understand you now twenty years in time

I still feel so unfortunate, growing up fatherless from nine


Now that I am older dad, I can see from where you've come

granddad! What a b*****d he was, ruthless beating his son


Nine years old, 6am rounding up the cows

bare feet in the winter days running up and down


You stopped to warm them up by standing in some poo

what a hard man grandpa was, not providing you some shoes


Now I get  it dad, I get it, it's ok

perhaps I'll come say hi to you before you pass away


Give me a few more years, till i'm ready and well prepared

I would hate to see you seeing me, well up with all these tears


My friend told me she saw you and that you were doing really good

she said, same old as usual, nothing much, as it would!


But now that I have written here a short poem of it all

perhaps I should consider it… giving you a call?

© 2012 A love for poetry


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Hard to forgive a father who was AWOL. My father came in and out of my life. He went to prison many times. He was a man who demanded respect. At the end of his life. We become great friends. I believe we must live a life to understand another. I hope you talk with your father. Good to repair mistakes before it is too late. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago


A love for poetry

12 Years Ago

Thank you Coyote.
A sad testament that way too often is a truth we cannot ignore I shall give you a 100 because the key to good works is honesty It is what ties others to your work the shared bittersweet pain called life.

Posted 12 Years Ago


A love for poetry

12 Years Ago

Thank you Tate, life's moments.
wow dude that's heavy. Good job

Posted 12 Years Ago


A love for poetry

12 Years Ago

I guess it is a bit heavy :)

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