Coming of age
For years I roamed this land,
without any real care for the world,
not one place to often,
before I'd move on again.
I'd picked work up here and there,
only to feed my habits,
alcohol, gambling and drugs,
was really the only things I care about.
I'd built my life on selfish illusions,
this I realize now,
so much time wasted on nothing,
I could have made something of my life.
Even after my children were born,
one main habit I still had,
balancing this with family life,
sort of made things hell.
Restricted by what I wanted,
I wanted way too much,
I couldn't have it all,
enough had to be enough.
Only last year did I come of age,
when I finally realized,
my children are the most important things to me,
I changed so they could survive.
No more half arsed parenting,
drunk most of the time,
it was time to man right up,
take responsibility for what was mine.
Yeah sometimes things get hectic,
but I wouldn't change a thing,
my babies have there Daddy back,
and I wont go back to those days again.
Those days of constant struggle,
robbing Peter to pay Paul,
all because I had issues,
which really wasn't there fault.
My babies are a lot happier now,
I have more time I spend with them,
helping them all to develop,
now takes up a lot of my time
When I'm not with them, I'm here writing poems,
about different things I think they need to know,
I can't teach them everything about life,
but I can teach them about mine.
Contest: COMING OF AGE - frank herrera
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