What Kind Of Man. Poem by Sam Betts

The man
You're a man that no one can see just myself and those closest to me.
I adored you I knew you could see but a lack of empathy made you oblivious to me.
The best part of me just dribbled with other one liners you'd often say
So maybe you think you punish us still that's what you leave as your final will.
But what a fine old man you turned out to be but your aged didn't wipe what a child's eyes could see.
And Karma doesn't exist you always did know and that's why you did punished us so.