Hi, I'm a dead beat dad. This is a poem about a child i had, One that i love and miss, It's been so long since I've felt their kiss. It seems like yesterday I was pushed away, My heart collapsed and began to cave. The mother she won't let me see, How my child is turning out to be. I worry each and every day, does my child remember my face, She hears my voice and screams my name, It's a joke some sick cruel game. They say fight for your right! But damn Money is so tight, it's what keeps a grip, and from my fingertips it slips. This moment is something I'll miss. It's a long way but worth the risk. One day you'll ask me want went wrong, sit down now the story is long. Your mother and I started to quick, Two loveless people that found a quick fix. We didn't work as it was planned, washed away like footsteps in the sand. You were here at this time, but me and her was passed our prime. I moved away, and she decided for you to stay. She made her mind up that I wasn't to be around you without her, that's how it occurred. the rest is just a blur. The vison only comes back when you have a hole in your heart, the blood pumps and the missing will start. You walk around like your missing your a eyes, your world comes down and you start to collide, So dear mother this is to you, Quit lying to them it's not all true. Either the color pink or it's blue. We're here now and it's sad, a poem from a dead beat dad.
