Before I Die

Why do they turn gray, these hairs on my head, maybe they are tattle telling, the life I have led. Raising my children, was not easy at all, sometimes I stumbled, and at times, I did fall. All by myself, just trying to figure out, why some men run, and take the easy route. Not much money, and he griped about that, now my children don't even call their dad. He never wanted me to work outside the home, and always blamed me when things went wrong. Our home was the target, of the foreclosure guys, he stopped making payments, I wanted to cry. He has remarried since way back then, now he's the best step father, anyone has ever seen. My children don't like him, they say he's not a dad, and everytime they see him, they get so mad.. Maybe one day, I can look him in the eyes, and make sense of all this, before I die.