Were have I gone.Were have I been.
Why am I surrounded by so much sin.
Stumbling forward and ready to die.
So much pain I begin to cry.
A voice speaks out built to defy.
He changes my mind with a simple reply.
'Take my hand and please come down.'
I smiled and grined at his beautiful frown.
'Daddy I love you and what have I done.
I'm sorry I have been such a bad son.'
Realizing now what I would loose.
I take a step back and put down the booze.
All the hurt and pain had fled.
Looking in his eyes I softly said.
'Daddy was playing and your a good boy.
Lets go inside and play with a toy.'
As he went inside to laugh and play.
I realized what I could loose upon that day.
Walking inside I was filled with life.
I hugged my son and kissed my wife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem