I only met him once

I don’t know him

I only meet him Once That man I still call

Father there will be no Summer death

No tears and Hardly any regret

I never knew him and when I wanted to he ran

coward coward stingy man

They say he’s hurt and weak now but I have not

seen him I have forgotten his face

He gave me nothing

Just barely life, not money or care

Perhaps he doesn’t realize that he threw it in my face

That he is a child never a man

And I am an Accident