Neglected.

When will you return?
Your children need to know
Where are you in your absence?
Gazing through the window
You do not see the mounting clouds
Or listen to the wind blow
Where you are there is music
And every night a show

There is no hint of presence
For you are lost in time
You do not blink nor do you move
The laughter's in your mind
There's peacocks in the garden
Where the sun it always shines
The fishes in the fountain
Flash golden by design

Is it a need that keeps you there
Telling you, you may?
The joyous times we all have known
That begs us come and play?
The Elysian fields of ancient times
Inviting us to stay
That golden age that reigned supreme
Back there in the day

Come back, return, those days are past
They will not come again
Those shiny days of constant sun
They will not rise again
For intermingled within it all
Is long forgotten pain
Turn and see your golden youth
Drowning in the rain

Your children both are standing there
They sigh, their eyes are red
They fidget and they're lonely
They feel their day is dead
Your days of golden wonder
That you hold in your head
With a little help from mother
Would all be theirs instead

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

I thought here of many children who have suffered as a result of family break up. Particularly fathers, who have lost contact with their own children. Such a painful situation for all concerned. I also thought about the aging process and how difficult that can be for some elderly people. So many left in loneliness. Good morning Bryan. Hope all is good with you. A sad poem to read.

Chris

[Bryan Sefton]

Thank you Chris, hope everything is well with you. The weather here is gloomy, in keeping with the present situation. Sad times.