Working for the man every day
Getting up to the grind in every way
He stayed to the task for his family
As we remember him so easily
But what did he think at this time
I remember him saying his job was fine
There must have been some dreams
That were out of reach or so it seems
What did he think when that day came along
When he realised these dreams were now all gone
Did he come to terms with his wall and moved on in his call
And so put his thoughts onto his sons with their dreams and all.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Well written, Paul. a poem that jolts us (me) back to our (my) Father of few words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your wonderful last 2 lines say it all. His duty to his own family took precedence over his own personal dreams enabling his children to realize theirs . I think that is what he was thinking. Beautiful poem