WHEN YOUR FATHER DIES

 When your father dies
The sunlight falters
And the burden
Of living
Becomes solitary in its scope

The coolness of the day
Turns to heat
And the imagination
Finds itself
Alone

And as one last breeze
Saunters by
Decades of frustration
Are left
Lying on the ground

So inward you turn
Hoping that
The resources there
Are sufficient
For the road ahead

And the road behind
Is another matter