by Jill Jacks

Created on: February 14, 2010

Destiny: Some see it as Bright but we others know it’s a fight.

Oh the crimes we commit,

    That we never knew we did

Oh those sins of the father,

    Fall back on us again and again

To shed a light upon those crimes we never knew we did

A man beat his wife,

    And ignored his children who had this in their sight

The son grew up to be a fighter

    And never knew how to treat a woman right

The daughter was drawn to men

    Who defiled her love along with her sad, sad face.

A man who swore he was all for family

    They were his treasures, each member one and all

He told them often, even daily of his love

     What had he done wrong?

This he wondered while sipping his tenth beer and giving

    The sexy waitress a leer.

His wife had long left him,

    For a man who couldn’t even hold a job

His children were grown and did not call

    His heart broke with shame for they were always in some kind of trouble

None were anything to write home about if he’d been inclined

    He recalled he hated his own father so writing needn’t be a bother.

Once again he wondered what he had done wrong,

    He was old fashioned and raised his family as he had been

No crazy new age mess,

    Everyone knew that the old means was best

That man felt unloved and unappreciated,

    When alone let sobs escape his breast

Oh those crimes we commit that we never even knew we did.

  

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