Poem: A Father’s Lament

Published 12:14 am Thursday, April 2, 2015

A Father’s Lament

By Norm Olson, Nikiski

Deep within a father’s heart there reside

Those times long gone — the spent riches of youth,

And proclaims as fathers have since Adam died

Again imparting one and lasting truth:

Wasted life, wasted life, though each moment touched

By God’s divinely given grace to travel by.

Wasted hour, wasted hour, as sand so vainly clutched;

They’re going, and almost gone and yet the father’s cry:

“Oh, what purpose for a father’s vain lament

To one who left the path so clearly charted?”

That to the son’s deaf ear and against his bent

He grew angry with love and chose to be parted.

And as the world turns more sons are born.

And sons to fathers grow; and the line unbroken mourns.