How many days ive missed your face.
Your silence and my solitude
Whatever did they tell you to have held your resolve so implacably
How i longed to regain my place.
My heart with so many gifts long overdue
But its all gone now, it went so fast
What could have been, just never was.
How many years Ive failed this race.
Seeing so many others around me
So proud of their sons, but mine lost
And I, to such misplaced disdain, resigned
Your praises so many, left unsaid.
And so many.. im sure unseen
But your door stays closed
My muted call declined.. denied
My longing, and knowing that
Nothing lasts forever
Excepting my love
Michael
This is beautiful, sad and gentle. It's not too late when you have love like this. Every son would treasure a poem like this from their father!
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