The empty years of life
Rush in with regrets and strifes
The only if I had did
Reflecting on your kids
Old age has settled on me
My limbs cut off my tree
No longer at youths’ door
My mind is screaming for more
Days of running carefree
All my children and me
Drinking carelessly with life days
Not thinking past happy plays
But all that is over now
Children gone, I’m alone somehow
Times hands on my clock click by
I sit and cry and wonder why
The journey seems so harsh
I loved it until my children’s loss
I face the days with some dread
I can’t get youth out of my head
But I’ll push ahead, as I always do
By remembering memories of my youth
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