Regretful Father

He sits there all alone,                                                                                                     
as time goes by slowly.
He pushed away his children,
and told them his new wife would never make him lonely.

My father worked so hard all of his life,
to have a few things to call his own.
Now he’s sitting in a wheelchair,
in a nearby nursing home.

To die here all alone,
without his loved ones near.
I can’t imagine what he thinks,
as he wipes away his tears.

Thinking so much about the past,
and how he could have changed it,
“I shouldn’t have been so selfish.”
“I should have been more considerate.”

If only I could see them,
the loved ones I once forgot.
If only I could hold them,
my life would be complete he thought.

Then he may not be afraid,
to let go and say good-bye.
But he fears inside his heart,
that in this nursing home he’ll die.

Starring out his window,
full of regret and sorrow,
he sits there watching, waiting,
fearful of tomorrow.

My father let everything go so quickly,
with just the blink of an eye.
So now he sits alone,
and in his wheelchair he cries.