Satire of Life

Something I wrote shortly after my father passed away.

Make the righteous man guess of his own belief
The cunning vulgarities of an eager boy
The stomach once quenched by the fires light
Extinguished in time through the trial of night
In absence, enraged, enthrawled by the fact
By the moments left empty
By the seconds elapsed
Distinction of prison
Deception through tone
Not ones notice, so futile
Could interpret whats shown
In this loss, I feel comfort
For the end to the years
Has come crumbling down
To regrets and tears