"Only the broken - hearted"

Deaths hour shrouded in a cloud
dark and weary of a mindless life
lying in his bed with a memory
spent, a frenzy of hopelessness;
the drunken days of forty years
with a faithful wife and children.

I see, only the broken - hearted.
A stranger that once was a dad;
holding me down to love me,
the timid soul so afraid of him
when he staggered to my bed
bending, staring down at me

with a crazy look in his eyes;
tears flowing down his cheek
without a sound to be heard;
until my mother would arrive
beating him with her hand
leading him down to his room.

There, where I would hear her
singing a lullaby to calm him;
from mumbling about death
and all the mistakes he made
as a drunk husband and dad
changing his life to apologize

to me that day, who ran away
years ago with my girlfriend.
Now married with two children
who can safely sit on his knee;
listening to his funny little story!
"For mice, the moon is cheese."