Father's Day
It’s been a long time since we talked,
So how’s things been with you?
It’s good to share a table,
And to share a thought or two,
I missed you, did you know I did,
Through all those passing years,
Perhaps as it was long ago -
There’s little point in tears.
If you were now to turn the clock,
To when that fateful day,
You woke up in the morning,
Then went upon your way,
Would we have spoke a fond goodbye,
And blessed what we would lose,
I understand my father dear,
You had no sway to choose.
When spring is over, summer’s done,
And web of life has autumn spun,
When winter’s through and leaves have fell,
On pastures, fields and forest dell,
It’s then I think but think alone,
I whisper words that might atone,
For what was lost, uncried, unsaid,
Before they laid you on your bed.
(Walsh) © 16.06.13