I saw my Dad
cry today,
when I told him,
Mum had a heart attack.
I wonder
if he loves her.
He probably doesn't.
Love is to cheap
to describe
those tears.
Love is fuck hormone
to get laid.
Love is for us
stupid people
of the Pop Rock Generation.
For Mum and Dad
they're above and beyond
love.
Its about devotion,
Its about dedication,
its about commitment
to vows made 48 years ago.
At a time when,
a man's word
is his honour,
and only with honour,
is Life worth living.
No Dad does not love Mum,
he is beyond
that cheap fuck
we call love.
When I saw my Dad cry today,
I saw the bitter tears
of defeat.
I saw a man
who with every ounce
of his human energy,
engaged a battle
against a monster
1000 times bigger than him,
and lost.
That monster
we call Life.
I recall,
as a 4 year old,
I would wait up for him,
as he comes home
on his bike,
after the midnight shift
of his SECOND job,
and he will greet me
with a 10 cent coin
that I will insert gleefully
in my piggybank.
He wore a younger man's clothes
his arms broad
with strapping muscles
as he lifts me up
with all the hopes
of a future.
But this monster called Life,
have a way
of beating up a man,
a swift uppercut
to the temples
of the head,
a brutal hook
to the jaw,
and worse,
a violent kick
up the groin.
I saw my Dad cry,
a defeated man,
whose nemesis of Life,
showed no mercy,
raining down yet
another blow,
when he is already down
his legs now
lifeless.
Another cruel punch
from this wonderful thing,
we call
the Gift
of Life.
