Dear Father Poem by Missau Missau

Dear Father



Melancholy slaped me at your sepulchral
Astounded stood i in harrowing grief
Is this to be every mans glorious end?
Is this to be the grand finale?
Our final resting place the dust or sepulchral
From the womb to the tomb what calamity
My heart moans in pain dear father
The day a man is born he begins to die
Measured steps towards oblivion, the darkness
Yet stand i with memories still fresh
As fresh as the morning dew upon the lush green grass
Yet stand i, remenicing in agony
If only you were here to see, to see the tide of travails life threw our way
If only you were here to see the inhumanity of humanity
Of friends, nay those you once called brothers
Rest peacefully dear father;
Knowing the insurmountable has been made surmountable
If only you were here to see, to taste of this wine of success
To laugh with glee and smile for me, that disarming smile of yours
Oh, how melancholy slapes me at your sepulchral
Oh, how i miss you dear father.

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