WHEN I WAS YOUNG
I DID NOT KNOW HOW TO ENTER HIM
AND PICK OUT ALL THE LONELY SPOTS,
AND COMMENSURATE WITH HIS SUFFERINGS.
BEYOND THE ANGER OF HIS FRUSTRATION
I NEVER REALLY KNEW HIM
I DID NOT KNOW HOW TO KNOW ANYONE
AT THAT TENDER, AWKWARD AGE.
I WAS SO ABSORBED WITH NOTHING
IN PARTICULAR, BUT MYSELF; YET
I LOST THE ESSENCE OF HIS BEINGNESS
ALONG THE WAY.
I KICK MYSELF NOW
FOR NOT KNOWING HOW TO RESPOND,
NOT KNOWING HOW TO FEEL HIS FEELINGS
I NOW SO MUCH WANT TO GO BACK
AND HEAR HIM TALK AGAIN.
DAD, I PROMISE THIS TIME I WILL LISTEN
WITH MY SOUL, AND I WILL ABSORB EVERY WORD,
EVERY INTAKE OF BREATH WILL ARREST MY EAR,
PLEASE DAD, CAN YOU HEAR ME?
I WANT HIM TO KNOW THAT I REALLY HEARD HIM
AND I BELIEVED WHAT HE TOLD ME
FOR AFTER ALL, HE WAS MY DAD!
THE BEST I EVER HAD
BUT I WAS AFRAID TO TELL HIM.
OH! THE DEEP AGONY OF NOT MERGING
OUR MINDS TOUCHING IN ARGUMENT
HAS LEFT THIS MISERABLE PIT OF LONELINESS
DEEP INSIDE ME FOR HIM.
IT WAS I WHO WAS SO DAMN SELFISH,
ALWAYS TRYING TO IMPRESS HIM
WITH MY STUPID ACCOMPLISHMENTS,
WHICH ONLY MADE HIM ANGRIER
IF ONLY I HAD KNOWN HOW TO LISTEN
TO THE INNER SOUL OF THE MAN
AND COME TO GRIPS WITH HIS REASONING
ALAS! I HAVE TO ADMIT
HERE I AM A LITTLE SAD,
AFTER ALL THESE YEARS
SINCE THE GRAVE HE FILLED
HERE NOW, AT HIS AGE THEN, I SET
A LISTENING FOR DAD!