1455 HRS APRIL 22ND 2007

I bumped into

my colleague today.

He was looking so happy

to be pushing his baby's pram

like a proud father would.

This is the first time,

I saw him

on a weekend,

away from work.

He usually wears

this look of

frustration and

resentment

on his face.

But today,

pushing his toddler's pram,

he wore this face

of contentment

and filfillment.

I've always wanted

to be a family man.

I've always wanted

to be a Dad.

I've always wanted

to rush home after work

to be with my family.

When I am

with my loving wife

and wonderful children,

and realise

all that I go through

in the office

was worth the while.

Because I would do

anything,

and everything,

to make them smile.

If I were to die today,

I will want 3 more hours,

to spend

with the 3 women

in my life.

I just want to know

why.

Why was I robbed

of an opportunity

of family life.

Why was I robbed

of fatherhood.

Why was I robbed

of my youth.

Couldn't one of you

have stood by me

through

thick and thin,

through

ups and downs?

Being with them

I felt like,

I could go to battle

with this monster

called Life,

with a backup.

After being beaten up

by this monster

called Life,

I got back up

on my feet,

to take another beating.

I took a quick glance

and realised,

my backup had left.

And I fought

alone.