One Man's Life
Contributed by
Alexa_Bachtel
on
Tuesday, 27th October 2009 @ 01:27:37 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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If this day's gonna be your last,
Who would be there to hold your hand,
Who's gonna be listening to the revelations
Of the man, having one foot in the grave.
Will you look back on your past life
And say: "Man, it wasn't feeling so bad!"
Because you've got all you could've had,
You got your faithful friends and loving wife,
You were building your home on yourself,
Your grown-up grandchild honor you as an idol,
Because that's the one you really were.
You were living, as you think, should live
Any average man, there's no different way.
Laying on your deathbed, you must be recall
That time when you were young and strong,
The way that live seemed to you so easy,
That day, when you met the girl of your dreams,
And the way that at once she's become your wife.
You must be recall the way you used to wake up
Every morning and went to work without cease,
The way your home were filled by scream of your firstborn.
You must be recall about your naive dreams,
About the way you wanted to take him for fishing,
Or the way you wanted to see how your son
Would become the greatest baseball's player
And win the national championship someday.
Maybe, any father wishes his son for all the best
But you've got sad, when you found out that
Your son's not gonna follow in his father footsteps.
He's never taken an interest in sport,
He's gone around with the bad team very early,
So drugs and rock-'n'-roll became his biggest dreams,
He topped, he's became a rock-star, and you were glad for that,
You were glad that you son could become somebody,
Exceed you in something you were at all addicted to.
You were glad when he brought his fiancée in your home,
Even though you knew that this the bad passion for him,
But for you this was much better than nothing at all.
So you were thinking: let it be.
You were expecting that he'd get along this time,
And he'll become the one you've always wanted him to be,
But his wife has got away from him with all his money,
Having left him their young baby at your threshold.
You must be recall the way your son's got a drunkard
Or how you got a call from police, having found his dead body,
In one of the notorious den, and all your dreams have crumbled.
You'll recall the way you even didn't cry for the day of funeral
Even though you knew you're gonna have no chance to say goodbye,
You only knew you need to keep on living for the little boy's sake
Which you held in your not so strong, because of age, hands.
You must be recall the way your factory were closed,
And your family were stump, but you hadn't put your hands down,
You knew that there's the people who count on your help,
And your wife has always known that she always could get it,
Cos you were that man she married once, and she's never regretted,
All of your lifetime she was the one who held your hand,
Your grandchild you could bring up no matter what
Now can be your new hope, your greatest baseball's player
You once dreamed about, and you're sure about he's stronger than his father,
He will not hold a candle to the devil, always getting his way.
Well, if this day's gonna be your last day,
You know who would be there to hold your hand,
Who's gonna be listening to the revelations
Of the old-man, having one foot in the grave.
Because you have got the really good life,
Though you weren't so lucky to see it in your son,
But you know your life will be continued by your grandchild.
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Alexa_Bachtel
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2009-10-27 13:27:37]
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