You call yourself a father
You call yourself a man
With your children you chose not to bother
And cheat on your wife again and again
A father you are indeed
All that took was to spread your seed
A man you are not, you are just a boy
A real man loves his children, they fill him with joy
You left me at the young age of three
With a mother as broken hearted as anyone could be
Too young for consoling ones mother
That is a curse I wish on no other
What you've given me is a chip on my shoulder
An amount of anger for which there is no holder
Torn apart from what's been said by my sister
She'll be walked down the isle by another mister
That mister is my true father
He brought me up with the correct way to treat women
Showed me all the things that you wouldn't bother
Being named after you will not be a bad omen
For it is reason for a change of heart
I will not be the man that tears his family apart
I love deeper than you could imagine
With a complete and utter compassion
Born to a father that isn't my dad
For what you've become
It truly makes me sad
Too many have experienced the same as you've done
I wont shed a single tear after you've passed
For the lack of involvement and interest
Clearly you won't be missed
Not even a single question I wish I asked
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it's sad to have a father like what you have wrote...really speechless...