A stranger who wants me to call him dad

I visit you once more

At that broken down nursing home

You now call your home

Climb over brambles and misshapen

Rubbish bags, to view through

Uncleaned cracked windows

And lame hanging ancient curtains

I rap on the window which is my call sign

I should know better as the lights always on

But because it’s me, you’re never at home

You travel land and sea to show yourself responsible

To your dotting children you have scattered like your

Unkempt clothes around the country

But for me who lives a stone’s throw away

You have no consideration, patience or time

I throw away another useless comment under my breath

As I leave, my eyes mist over then I remember you’re not worth

The salt of my tears, my throat chokes up and I think

It’s because I’ve smoked too many cigarettes

But then confess to my self

No matter how selfish and lame you may be

I still wonder if you will ever be a dad to me.