Fatherless

Every time we end a fight you plead for one last try. You sit and talk of doing things right while I just sit and cry. But where were you when times were tough, when I felt like giving in, when all I needed out of life was for you to think of your kin? You'd demand that I'd tell you my past, my life, the good and bad. But, my friend, let me tell you, experience is great. You could have been a dad. But where were you when times were good, first kisses, A plusses and such? How did it look on your long to-do list that your son needs you so much? I want to forgive you and let this pass, forget the entire deal, but, the prints on my neck have far from vanished, My fatherless life has been sealed.