Time Is the Keeper

My baby girl called, to see how I was, her usual routine, just because. I immediately knew, something was wrong, her voice was different, absent that merry little song. She wanted to know, why do some dads change, why can't they stay daddies, and always be the same? He never calls me, anymore just to talk, although he lives, only a short distance to walk. He is too wrapped up, in making a dime, he's really self centerd, but to his children, he's blind. Nothing I could say, would make the hurt go away, I told my daughter, pray. God opens eyes, as He touches the heart, and sometimes He allows us time, to make a new start. The dearness of our children, can't be replaced, but you must forgive him, never say hate. Time is the keeper, of every mans soul, one day he will remember, one day when he is old.