It was to be the time of my life

but no wife

equals no rights

in this paternal fight the parental guide

left me outside to weather the stormy ride

do the right thing

pay your way

they say

maybe then you’ll be respected

not a father rejected

fatherhood neglected

when I just want to play

paddy-cake and make-believe

listen in awe to invisible things

dream the dark clouds away

yes, my child

mommy says I can stay

if only for an hour

no, not today

stereotypes convince

condense and convict

shaping conflicts

irresolute

irregardless of truth

irrespective of sense..

..and sensibilities fade over time

..and your word supercedes mine

..and I suffer the time

for a crime that’s not mine

but the child is..

the child is..

who suffers the most when

approached with a host of goodbye’s

and father-less why’s

generations wither and die inside

the heart shrivels

blood loss more evident now

in the present

how

lost sons and daughters become

riddles

while the world ridicule’s the individual

man

condemned to flat notes and muted chords

a new tune

call it dead beat

because money is more important

than time

..and as interaction declines

the relationship’s strained

..and in time

I become a stranger to a child

that is mine

an imposter of kinds

the variable in an otherwise constant equation

where balance is assumed but

energy wasted

the birth place of hatred

for authority

pretty soon they will abhor you

too

much like you ignore me

as I march

to that dead beat

lifeless

empty

weak

do not deny me life’s greatest event

the curse must end

I rehearsed the thoughts yet

u contend the delivery

and I rage against the propagated theory

of tender years

and maternal instinct vs ability

when the truth is

a child must have both

u and I

to be complete