A Forgotten Father Poem by Randy McClave

I am the forgotten father
Unto my child I am just a bother,
Whenever I am around
He can't ever be found.
Whenever I need this or that or help
I might as well ask my myself,
Because, he is not ever there
And I believe he truly doesn't care.
He lives with me in my house
Where I have no girlfriend or spouse,
And whenever he leaves for the store or the county
He never asks me.
I am never first on his list
To him I feel like a bothersome cyst,
I am just a handy tool
And by him I am always treated like a fool.
He never uses me or treats me like trash
Whenever he needs to borrow cash,
And whenever he needs to borrow my car
I then an indeed his superstar.
He will always be my pride and my joy
He is son my boy,
Though he he uses and hurts me and makes me sad
I am still proud to be his dad.

Randy L. McClave