You didn’t provide, you did compromise,
fetched hope in buckets but threw them away.
Said you would, but did not because you could.
Thank you, all the same, but next time you should
do what you would and not be quick to say
It’s okay if we would sever these ties.
Give what you don’t need of your own advice
Bury the hatchet owners if you may,
And one bad would have erased every good.
To fathers who can’t recall our childhood,
sisters with missed periods everyday,
wasted are words lavished on the unwise.
Thank you all the same, for now i do know,
either way, rain falls, and way down we go.