A FATHER'S REGRET
How ironic life can be
The one once deem bright light now dim
Casting shadows of regret
A good doctor he wanted, a drunk he begets.
The father wails in silent pain
Watching his only son with disdain
Grieving the choices that brought him here
As the son inhales another cloud of fear.
The father questions himself
Why didn’t he invest in his own wealth?
Enjoy a well-earned feast, travel the world
Instead of pinning his hopes on his son’s word.
He had dreamed the son would be his savior
The shoulder to lean on, his final favor
But now, as his strength fades away
He sees those dreams crumble, day by day.
The father had hoped
The son will be his saviour
The soldier he'll learn on
When all his physicality is gone.
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