I look to my childhood
There is not what seems
A man that I knew
My father, was he
Told many times
This man they knew
Was no good to many
Who drank and misused
Who were they
To cast such doubt
Of a young girl's dreams
Of this man, she thought
Now that I'm older
I look back and see
A man no longer
Sick beyond means
He was loved more
Than many could see
A man forgotten
My Father, Was He
This is another of your nice poems that I have read. Thanks for writing about your father, who may not have been looked at kindly by many but you. I am deeply moved by these two stanzas: 'Who were they To cast such doubt Of a young girl's dreams Of this man, she thought'... and 'He was loved more Than many could see A man forgotten My Father, Was He' Well done!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i relate too much with this poem. :(