Hangin Around
Hangin around
13/08/2018
I’m not the father I wanted to be,
Since a morning ride ended in strife.
Everything was going along normally,
Until that truck nearly ended my life.
For many years I felt hopelessly helpless,
Unable, unwilling to mend.
In pain, alone and desperately selfish,
Drugs became my best friend.
I’m embarrassed to admit to myself,
I didn’t like seeing my boys.
Serious issues with my mental health,
Avoiding my sons, soul destroys.
Chronic pain, depression, drug addiction,
Wishing to god I was dead.
My loving sons deserved my attention,
But I preferred to stay alone in bed.
The worst though was my unbending guilt,
My boys deserved so much better.
Mostly my heart wished nothing was felt,
My soul needed looking after.
It’s true what the proverb says about time,
With it your wounds can heal.
Lucky for me a child’s love is blind,
And the only thing that is real.
With their love and a dose of reality,
I’m becoming the man they need.
An example of strength now comes from me,
And off my positivity they feed.
I love my boys more than sweet fresh air,
And live to make them both proud.
They’ve learnt from me that life isn’t always fair,
And they’re Dads always hangin around.
Copyright © Jeff Kantor | Year Posted 2018
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