beaming down on the side of my face
a calm but slight wind
on this near perfect Father's Day Sunday.
I shall never celebrate this day alone
regrets and doubts pass by
as one paints rock and stone
putting off uncomfortable thoughts
of what might have been
but not tonight
for this one will enjoy the Pepsi vanilla
instead of a cold beer
if only I could have been a seer
with twenty twenty hindsight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem