Tis true. Our fathers different lay.
Yours ran the city. Mine toiled the clay.
Your sprawling cottage faced the sun.
Our flat? Barely did water run.
Your garden? Worked by servant's hand.
Ours provided life from the land.
Both fathers voyaged through the city.
Yours, in glory, noted. Mine, hard, a pity.
Your private school? Freshly born.
Mine? Eroded, history worn.
Our fathers sought the same for us.
Yours, rode luxury. Mine, the bus.
Through the years of life we fall.
Now, "we" share this prison wall.
Though our fathers different lay.
They grieve the very same today.
Del Cano 1987 November
|
by
Spencer T.
Member since:
December 20, 2005 Fathers Grief
August 27, 2008 10:15 PM EDT
(Updated: August 27, 2008 10:16 PM EDT)
views: 64
|
rating: 10/10
(21 votes)
|
comments: 39
To Groups:
!!anything!!, !!na na hey hey we want points!!, !GATHERING POSTAHOLICS!, .....The Poetry Review....., As You Wish~, cotton pickin paycheck, Etcetera, Etcetera, Etcetera, Free Thinking, Gather Writing Essential, Gatherlicious, Gender Unity, Get the point?, Heat in the Kitchen, Inviting-Points, Just Poetry, Let's Write a Poem, Life, Missouri Gatherites, Poems With Passion, Poetry By Us, Poets, New and Old, post anything except games, Post anything from your life! I mean ANYTHING!!!~, POSTING for Points, Reaching Gather Goals, Warrior Poets, xpressions
Please provide details below to help Gather review this content. If it is found to be inappropriate and in violation of the Gather Terms of Service, action will be taken.
You have successfully submitted a report for this post.
|
|
|||||
About Gather |
Engagement Marketing |
Make New Friends |
Gather Points |
Advertise on Gather |
Gather Press |
Privacy |
Terms of Service |
Community Guidelines
Books | Celebs | Entertainment | Family | Food | Health | Moms | Money | News | Politics | Spirituality | Sports | Travel | Writing
Books | Celebs | Entertainment | Family | Food | Health | Moms | Money | News | Politics | Spirituality | Sports | Travel | Writing
Version 16865, "Oz"; Copyright © 2009 Gather Inc. All rights reserved.


Comments: 39
Any plans on putting your awesome poetry in a book?
And then that powerful end. Hats off, Spencer!
Myke
Marilyn
But for me, it brought to the fore:
No father to teach me
No father to love
How to learn of man
without a guiding one
All men become father
Each one touched
Making me wonder
Is this what's called love
Sometimes I still wonder
Sometimes I know
This man called father
I've never known...
Z'
I always enjoy reading you.