Born are we poor or rich
Humbly dressed but not hungry
Vagrant aren't we, arms outstretched
Can’t afford to be angry
Gives knowledge as power
Inherit this forev’r
Take wisdom to the highest tower
And remain there ev’r
When your mater with speed
Left us forlorn and sad
Pater exigency needs
All support a conscientious dad
Struggle are we in sickness and in health
Yet happy in an open hermitage
Deign in goodness not in wealth
But strong in heritage
Decades pass by
Honor and respect gone
Arrogant n’ greed comes by
Affability forgone
End of dawn has come
Pater worry n’ seek
Dear siblings what had become
Met only in silence and in meek
Agony n’ anxiety overcome
Pater sallow in bed life no more
Recalling good ol’ days nev’r come
In God he trust forev’r more
Noel Horlanda
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-father-s-lamentation/
