A Father's Love
You grieved his soul when you stormed out that day;
Such vitriol re-echoed in your wake.
To spurn a father’s love and walk away
Was more than his poor aching heart could take.
You squandered his benevolence in vain
For passing pleasures brought no lasting joy,
Regarded his wise counsel with disdain
A libertine existence to employ.
And yet he always spoke of you with love
Forgiving your imperious self-pride,
You were the vulture, he a turtle-dove
Hoping with fervent prayer you’d turn the tide.
Your name was murmoured in his parting sigh;
How tragic that you never said good-bye.
30/08/18
'Sour grapes contest' sponsored by Mark Massey
September Premiere 2018,Any Form,Any Theme,Upto A Max Of 20 Lines Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
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