After he leaves…

 

All alone in pain you cry,

Because your old man just had to die…

 

You sit down and into his hands you weep,

As he lies motionless in eternal sleep…

 

The hands that carried you when you were born,

The hands that guarded you from every thorn…

 

The hands that toiled night and day to send you to  school,

But you’d bunk just to look cool…

 

The hands that fed you when with hunger you cried,

Stayed with you till those tears had dried…

 

Then with your hands his eyes you closed,

Eyes that wanted to see you happy and hail,

But you never even bothered to send him some mail…

 

Thoughts of your future always filled his mind,

But to call him on his birthday,

You never found the time…

 

He made sure you had every chance to excel,

Even if he had to go through hell…

 

All he wanted in return was to spend a day with you,

But you said you had too much to do…

 

He trusted you when he knew you lied,

To teach you right from wrong he tried....

 

Its far too late now,

But suddenly you have so much time and love,

Looking at you he laughs from the skies above….