X-Ray of a Tortured Soul

The boy smiles as he races To catch the pop fly Hit by the Little League coach Dad where were you? Why were you only my ride? Why did you only deride? Why did you leave me blue? The boy waves to his dad And runs to the car But the topic of catch his dad didn’t broach The young man smiles up To the beautiful young lass And he reaches for her hand to place a ring Honey what are you doing? How could you deceive? I’m begging you please! Who are you screwing? But it’s just a rueful memory To the day that started all this If he only knew the misery that woman would bring The man looks up at the screen To see what has been written A wizened smile spreading across his face So who should I count on, You? A God who inflicts pain? A God who seems so vain? I’ll stick to my point of view. No visibly despairing sign Outside of many a grey hair Pay tribute to the misery of this life – this place