You weren't there when I rode my first bike. You weren't there when I went to school for the first time. You we're never apart of my life. You weren't there to tuck me in at night. You weren't there when I was feeling down. You weren't there to fly a kite. You weren't there to tickle me to the ground. You weren't there when I needed someone to talk to. You weren't there to sing me a song. You weren't there to tell me I love you or tell me to keep my head and be strong. He was there, my other Dad. The one I actually had. He has been there for me and now you think after all these years you can just walk into my life and say I'm sorry? No that's not how it works and I should be the one saying sorry, because I'm sorry you weren't there to be my Dad and it's very sad. You would've been glad, but you had plenty of opportunities and that is a fact. But all those years are just something you can never get back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem