The Absentee Fathers - I Cry For the Children

The Absentee Fathers (I cry for the children) You disc your children As though you don’t care. You cry you love them- But don’t give them the time of day. Your children look to other men For what you refuse to give They search for feelings You obviously can never feel. They long to take your hand And walk by your side. To have long talks that only a father and child Can share- but you are never there. They’ve missed those precious Moments That only you both can experience To point you out in a crowd, and say, “That’s my dad,” You deny them even that. I cry – knowing that they go to bed at night- With thoughts of you on their minds. And as they turn their tear-stained faces toward the wall. I cry for them- When in their dreams they see you holding them in your arms Being the dad, they want and need. As you beam and smile that proud-to-be-a-dad smile- But of course, that is only a dream- Because you choose to be an absentee father!