Pendragon
07-15-2008, 11:59 AM
HE DOESN’T NEED YOU NOW
You never had the time for him,
this child of your desire.
There were always so many things you felt were so much more important.
He tried in so many ways to tell you of the longing he felt,
but his pleas fell upon deaf ears.
Finally, he became so desperate for your attention, that he felt he had no choice,
and the sharp bark of a gun rent the summer night.
At his funeral, you shed a gallon of tears and sobbed about your loss;
and now you haunt his gravestone even though you were seldom in his room.
Your job suffers, you lose much sleep, you long to hold him close—
all noble things:
but he doesn’t need you now…
Dale Harris
©1/7/96
You never had the time for him,
this child of your desire.
There were always so many things you felt were so much more important.
He tried in so many ways to tell you of the longing he felt,
but his pleas fell upon deaf ears.
Finally, he became so desperate for your attention, that he felt he had no choice,
and the sharp bark of a gun rent the summer night.
At his funeral, you shed a gallon of tears and sobbed about your loss;
and now you haunt his gravestone even though you were seldom in his room.
Your job suffers, you lose much sleep, you long to hold him close—
all noble things:
but he doesn’t need you now…
Dale Harris
©1/7/96