SON

wipe those tears son,
the hunger i know hurts,
can tell from the crooky ribs upon your sides,
i see that pain,
been there,
felt that,
and none had pity upon my rumbling stomach,
that is the world we lived in and now you,
it was never my wish to get you there,
nor was it my fathers' on me,
just fate the mercy never has,
i hate to see you in those tatters,
and that fluid that from your nostrils ooze,
it tears my already wounded spirit,

and you son don't curse,
i did and it hardly helped,
your mama left,
a poor wretch she didn't want,
now a rich mans' bed she does warm,
hate me son,for letting her walk,
i hated myself though i didn't talk,
so you now know what a loss i was,
a worth nothing log,
left out just to rot,

but you are not me,
you got your time,i had mine,
you got your life,mine is gone,
talk to the sun,
walk with the moon,
and if you can dance with the stars,
for your life has just began,

signed your not worth a father,

©skillz 2012