A Poem of My Father

A father first just another dead man now. Dead well over forty years- Dead at forty-four. I, up in age now have surpassed you by some fifty years. Oh the times of dread that would come over me. fear of death oh yes- that haunting fear of death What would I ask you now? Did you love life more then death- most times? Did you sit alone at night sometimes? Did you dream beside a lonely lamp? Most of all, I guess, I'd ask who were you dad?