Lineage Poem by William F Glennon

I never asked for this, being in
this position of consequence.

That f@#king tension in the air.
The growing hostility everywhere.
Concealed behind masks of contempt.

It comes out when one is dead.
Being the victims of their own avarice.
Apathy never shown, tears not shed.

Change and regret brought no bereavement.
It is bittersweet, only this has always
been the arrangement?

To be part of a family is to be
In a relationship, this I know.
Any forgiveness was never taken, the past
not forgotten. It was only a show.

The rear view mirror always reflected
estrangement. Unfortunately this was
always the intention.