Fathers Footsteps

He lost his dad at the young age of five, Oh, how he would do anything to keep him alive. That baseball glove he bought him that one year, was the only thing he had, to catch his tears. He learned to let go, and let live with the years that passed, he had a son, and he cried he was so glad. The drugs that he took for his pain, did not leave him be, and your son took the blame, for your past misery. Having a son made life too hard, remembering what he had lost, while his own boy played in the yard, unknowing that his boy, would pay the cost. A foster home for him was the only way, he needed time to sober up, and then everything would be okay. But his son grew up during this time, and learned how to live without a father, how sublime. He doesnt know how to talk to his son, you can see it in his eye. Hes scared cause he doesnt have control, of the drug that his son is about to light. His knowledge of his sons path, is that of great precision. This chain reaction was caused, by his drunken fathers condition. This meloncholy ring of anguish, is one of enormous suspicion. No doubt every man has a heart, and every man has his restriction.