A Father's Conscience

I often find myself coping to stay afloat 

I've never been one to Idolize myself, nor gloat

A generation being pulled in different directions 

Our souls have been sliced open for dissections 

Vanished, are our father's dreams

Society constantly ignores our screams

Realizing our goals have been condensed

Discovering time is what we're up against

Working each and every day to provide

never having enough assassinates our pride

What we contribute is continuously ample

We fantasize more for our children to sample

Expressions that we carry imaginary scars

Discovering no potential to reach for the stars

We marvel at our children's wonder

hoping the never identify our blunder 

Reviews

[quietmind]

Thank you for responding to my writing, I could use all the feedback I can get. I absolutely love this poem. Full of depth and meaning.

[Phillip Francis]

Thank you for reading my work. I'm glad you enjoyed it.