Little Boy Lost
Why don’t my Daddy love me?
The little boy wondered.
In heartbreak and confusion-
This mystery he pondered.
You know? he is my hero-
I so much want to please him,
He spends his time with Ronnie,
And likes to hug and squeeze him
Why does he tell me he’ll do things?
Which never come to pass-
And when I ask him questions...
He calls those questions..sass.
Maybe it’s because I’m big-
And he is really small..
By the time I turned thirteen,
I was six feet tall.
On my thirteenth birthday..
I looked for quite a lark,
He said that he’d run into town,
Then we’d go to the park.
Hours passed, and still no Dad-
It had us all to thinking,
Thoughts of wrecks and things like that,
But he’d just been out drinking.
He was angry, I recall-
And slapped me when I cried...
Somehow that night, midst rage and fright
That little boy died.
Years have come, and years have gone
But memories remain...
And something died within my heart
I never shall regain.
Live large, people!