Looking Back
The destiny of my parents
was to be ignored by a vaguely dismantled child.
The youth grew, his mind so dispersed,
that he hardly saw them anymore.
How can you tell,
when your filial emotions
are all stuck in a knuckled first?
Years passed, parents passed,
time passed and the child,
became an old man.
Only then did he see again,
a mother doing her best,
a father doing what he could,
and a child that never cared,
until now.
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