Poem

8-27-2002
I wrote this about my bio father shortly after he died.

He gave me the fear

So I gave him the cold shoulder.

Neither one of us got

what we wanted that day.

We both received nothing

birthed from the same tree.

And then we both died

with his last breathe of air.

All I wanted was to say,

"Hi, Hey, How you doing?"

All he wanted was to see me

to say he had cared.

When things are all over

we wish it was differently.

You know that never happens,

Life's not that fair.

So we keep on wishing

to get the pick of the litter.

To choose our own fate

and distany's course.

But we just get the scraps

and curse the food in our belly's.

We accomodate the hate

that we all tend to force.

He have me the fear,

I wish I had given him the finger.

Neither one of us said

what the other had thought.

If I coulda shoulda all the woulda's that day.

I still would be living with this bitter in my heart.