I did not ask to be born
But into this world was spawned
And I do not want to die
But will, as time passes by
Watching a flower as it grows
To turn and watch it fade
Wondering why it grew to die this way
Like the withered dreams of yesterday
Meanwhile, two houses down
Life goes on as if in another town
The children learn to laugh and cry
Even if daddy dearest is not nearby
He doesn’t know why he went away
Only that he couldn’t stay
And watch her heart break
Like the shattered dreams of yesterday
As the flower, his son has grown
And tried to make it on his own
But love is hard to find alone
And fatherhood a mystery of what went wrong
But whose son am I that I would know
The feelings of a flower as it grows
Or of the children as they laugh and cry
I ask you, whose son am I?
© 1997, Tim D. Coulter Sr.