Father Figure


I am my father’s daughter

Though I seldom claim to be.

A word spoken, a song sung

A mirror image shows determinedly.

 

Two melted into five,

Lonely, broken hearts

Three will mend, but not forget,

A pair will never part.

 

You can not change the grand design,

No matter how you try,

The clock ticks on, the time is done,

Real chances passed you by.

 

Was there just too much to love?

Were the urges just too strong?

Or was it just a spoiled boy

Unwilling to be wrong?

 

Who can say it is all mere chance

After the last page is turned?

A taste so strong and bittersweet,        

A tragic lesson learned .               


Lily T. Bilsland ~ Dec. 2008                                                                


Comments:
 
Bluez   Bluez wrote
on 4/24/2009 7:14:06 PM
I can't add to what they said without echoing thier sentiments but I really liked this poem, it brings up emotions and thoughts that are both good and bad, you'd have to know my life to understand that, but I enjoyed your work here and hope to see more.

StarPoet   StarPoet wrote
on 12/25/2008 12:24:57 AM
G_Money says it all. Strong emotions well said.

G_Money   G_Money wrote
on 12/23/2008 1:57:21 PM
powerful emotions portrayed here. Well done.

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