FatherFallen down and broken,A bullet through the skull,I'm left with just a tokenof what I can't control.Your fate you took upon you,A second thought not sparedTo the family behind youand how they since have fared.Your wife of years unending,Still loyal to your ghost,Still thinks of you so fondly.She misses you the most.Your sons have now matured,Have left the home and lived,But one still sees your memoryAnd he cannot forgive.For years you were our father,Our teacher, and our friend.But why you have abandoned meI cannot comprehend.Was I just not good enough,not worth your seeking aid?Could I have made a difference?Were you able to be swayed?Questions plague me constantly,That day's events replayed. Maybe different actions would havemeant that you had stayed.
A Choice"Run and hide!" "No, stay and fight!" the voices bicker, still.A touch of sorrow 'till tomorrow, promised with one pill,Or take its pal and wait it out, and pause your drafted will.Your life ahead is naught when dead, so wait a bit, be chill.New-beaten path's your aftermath, and stories full of thrill.