A Different Path

I disliked my father, He was never there for me Even at my soccer games Where I would look around With excitement, trying to spot him But disappointment is all I see He doesn't do much Not having fun with the family Nor being bored with the family He sleeps often And doesn't take the time to talk to me He wasn't someone I could call...father Now, I am his age With my own family I would work hard and long He inspired me, To not become what he was After a day of hard work I would sleep the instant I return home I don't see my family much But it feels good to rest And know that I'm doing all I can To help my family live their dreams And this one day My son had asked me with curiosity "Dad, why don't you ever show up at my games?"