There was a time when I was young,
Young to see my kids grow up.
But now I, in my deathbed,
I haven’t seen them,
All grown.
Away, away,
Time took me away.
They smiled, they laughed,
And I looked after them in each and every way.
But now my time has come,
And none have come to see me ,
That way.
Lonely, lonely,
I am.
They were too.
Their mother died young,
I took care of them,
they came up to be happy kids.
But now,
Nobody keeps me happy.
“Father!” they would exclaim,
‘You are the best.” They would say.
But away, away, they went away,
Now nobody calls me father....
Please Note: This is a poem from my poem collection called 'Distance'. You can get it on my blog www.joeesomething.blog.com