Eighteen Years

Eighteen Years

When I was 15 plus 3,
I heard you calling to me...
But I was strong-willed,
I was hard-headed, I'd just resist...
While the messages, phone calls,
Continued to persist

When I was 20 plus 4,
You kept knocking on my heart's door!
But I stopped my ears,
Shrugged my shoulders, waved it off,
Oh well, I have time. Why should the party end?
I ignored the doorbell, over and over-
I refused to let you in.


Now I am 70 plus 10,
Not as black or beautiful
As I was, back then...
I go to you, I love you,
I give you a try,
Now, on my death-bed,
I'm about to die...

Suddenly in your arms
I can rest,
I lean my head
On your strong chest-
But, I am sorry, hurt,
And I am left with an ache
That crushes my knees...

Wish I would have given you my life
When I was, 15 plus 3,
I cannot believe I let the
Best and most productive years
Of my life pass me by.

They say better late than never-
But can I ever
Get the years I wasted back, Father?