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Not All Good Fathers

Lonely midnight's pass No father missing regrets Until party’s done. ____________________________.___________________________ Curse you for the ages Fathers who left home Off to your own pleasures Leaving us here, all lost to roam. Off you went a’singing Made another child or two Blame it on whatever Cause whatever’s always do. Your friends agree ‘whatever’ No one there calls you to task Those that would, you lie too If they cared to ask. And I, a son who loved you Too young to learn good son’s tales Of what we did together No one needed to regale. On how you died not lonely I was there to hold your hand And bless you to my children This is how to be a man. Instead the trail of bottles Of drugs and wives of other men A weasel loosed among them A fox partying within their dens. Yes, crowds may blame your color No one gave you any choice Every where they beat you down No one listened to your voice. ‘I’m better, than you treated me’ Losers always there to cheer that song God help they up and ‘fess to Validating wrongs. Soon having to go beyond death’s door And trot to face hard truths And have to return to face the boy Who now is your father too. Who treats you as you’d treated him Making life a hell on Earth So now both of ‘we’ know the other side One gets what one deserves. Oh, we both have cried in dirty pillows Alone lonely, poorly fed Finding not the disciplines in our heart To rise with better heads. With ones that’ll stand, may curse a lot Or laugh their stories through Bravely facing the tougher roads to walk Staying strong, seeing better through. Responsive to their seeds that sown Instead of rot, see the Sun of days And grow better seeds for future worlds Where bitter seeds will never lay. Instead fields of green, they’ll catch the Sun And feed Earth-life free that plays In time, in place, standing aright Fulfilling mankind’s play. Less darkness rises in deadened dirt's Lower selves free to roam these lands If we had but attended to the Sun Leaving behind the where we came. What brighter days could we see With dark roots staying below to feed Right lessons to Sunflowers growing on top A Race of Be-ings free.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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