Soar me as high as wind can
take my wings to no end
mistakes I own never to mend
dire sins I cannot defend
ONE mother, unique in her beauty and grace
an ungrateful child she was to raise
she wanted for me a better place
unconditional love defended her case
but the tiny rivers burning her face
set the truth ablaze!
I'm sorry Mama, I should have been a better Son
TWO dedicated lovers, their love I misplaced
a nightly to and fro pace
I'd crawl to their feet
drugged up, eyes glaced and disgraced
they wanted no more of my eternal daze
Both started with "I need my space"
eventually I was replaced
as our family union they would deface.
I'm sorry ladies, I should have been a better husband
THREE real good friends, with me anyplace
One for all and all for one, we never unlaced
musketerring wing men in clubs
til we were spaced, chased or maced
We grew apart...displaced, erased
"Have one on me, in our favorite place!"
I'm sorry fellas, I should have been a better Friend
FOUR children for me...my life they showcased
But I would spend more time suitcased
They would grow recentment and distaste
for their father that barely helped them be raised
If I could only retrace your growing pace
instead of being a toxic waste
Im sorry kids, I should have been a better father
What worse in kin and friends there exists
you'll never find, I insist!
I've said thy peace
as death I kiss
With this open wrist
I'll make hell's A-list
at four to midnight...I won't be missed.
© Copyright 2018 Luiz Syphre. All rights reserved.
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