Four to Midnight

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.