When I lost my father
When I lost my father I thought I saw it coming for there was thunder in the skies, and we had about a few hundred miles to ride.
For any country boy, it seemed an arduous task but when I lost my father I thought I lost a part.
I often think of the things we promised from travelling to being free, from doing no man wrong to standing by one’s misdeeds.
There is still a faint memory of how I asked them to pull the plug for their was life but very little left in him on that summer dusk.
For sometimes you have to make a call, that shall shatter you from within but as he said when he taught me to ride I stopped thinking to just do it instead.
When I lost my father I lost a cricket match I had to beg for help for a drop to the nearest pick up point.
When no friends would show up a rival had mercy for this is just a small world that most live by unseen.
Now I wish I would have friends again with a chance to live my life not spend time on social but making better memories.
I wish for another chance I wish I had a dream, and I pray that life will show me lest what I was taught is real.