A Life of Rhyme

Who did he think he was
Telling me what to do
Making me do household chores
And help my brothers too

I tried to tell him i was only a kid
And i just wanted to play
But he told me not to be so stupid
And that I’d be thanking him someday

I knew that raising three boys
Really couldn’t be nice
But when our mother left us
His sons shouldn’t have paid the price

My teenage years arrived
And things were just the same
Cooking ,cleaning and ironing
I was playing the waiting game

As soon as I was old enough
I got out of that house
Just packed up all my clothes
And left as quietly as a mouse

I knew this really hurt my dad
But that wasn’t what I’d planned
I had to have my own life
And hoped he’d understand

Many years have gone now
And my father has passed away
And my only regret in life is
What I didn’t get a chance to say

You see I love my father deeply
And its only now I understand
I am the man I am today
Because of his guiding hand

By James