This is not my poem. It's pretty much my Dad and I at the end....
My friend says I was not a good son you understand I say yes I understand
he says I did not go to see my parents very often you know and I say yes I know
even when I was living in the same city he says maybe I would go there once a month or maybe even less I say oh yes
he says the last time I went to see my father I say the last time I saw my father
he says the last time I saw my father he was asking me about my life how I was making out and he went into the next room to get something to give me
oh I say feeling again the cold of my fathers hand the last time he says and my father turned in the doorway and saw me look at my wristwatch and he said you know I would like you to stay and talk with me
oh yes I say
but if you are busy he said I don't want you to feel that you have to just because I'm here
I say nothing
he says my father said maybe you have important work you are doing or maybe you should be seeing somebody I dont want to keep you
I look out the window my friend is older than I am he says and I told my father it was so and I got up and left him then you know
though there was nowhere I had to go and nothing I had to do
I am not a great man like my father. I should have said more. I should have done more.....but I didn;t
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Weird place to post this. I assume you want attention.
If your father was a great man, and you selfishly didn't want to spend time with him even though you had nothing better to do......your friend is right. You are a bad son.