Bang
by Froggy
Forgive me for leaving you and the children.
Now they are grown and it is too late to be sorry.
That will not gain me entry into their lives now.
And so, as an old man, I am on the outside looking in.
Bitter sense of loss.
Hopelessness.
Aching desire to go back and redo it is not enough
to change what is.
The grandchildren will never know my face.
I will never hold them and play with them.
Whiskey no longer gets me through lonely nights.
And so I find myself with the barrel of a gun in my mouth.
Bang.
Poetry
Gay Love ADVICE
