Waiting on time

Waiting on Time
By: Pipinheart


He is old and weary, as he sits by the fire
He looks at it flickering with no desire
Youth has abandoned him, as life speeds by
He no longer cares if he withers and dies


He used to put me on his shoulders
Where I could reach the sky
I would listen to him play his guitar
As he weaved a magical song


His stories enchanted me when I was a child
As I’ve grown older, I understand their lore
His wisdom of days gone by, still rings true
As I wish to beg him to tell me one more


He is my father, and I love him
Yet in the mist of living he seems to fade
He lingers to the past, where memories remain
Yet he has forgotten, love surrounds him


Will he come back to those who love him?
Or does he remain forever in the past
He has never been forgotten
Because we hold out our hands with love


Dear Father hear me calling to you
Come out of the memories of the past
And create with me living memories
As long as these days will last


Days may be short, and who knows how long we have
But don’t despair in that knowledge, just take my hand
And remember even when I don’t say it, I Love You
Its just three words, yet sometime hard to say


You don’t seem to like that word, so I seldom use it
You use it to ridicule, and the word seems poisonous
I know you’re not yourself, yet I do wish
That my father would come back to me


I remember you calling me my pet names
And I sure did hate them, but now I miss them
I wish I were little again, because you were yourself
And now you’re a shadow of the man that was my Father


You taught me many things, as I grew older
Yet there is one lesson you hadn’t taught
What do you do, when the one you love
No longer wants to live anymore


What do you do then, Father?
When all you want is peace
Yet those who love you want to weep
And you have slowly nodded of to sleep


Should I let you go, to find your sleep?
And no longer plead with you, to keep up the struggle
You have faded, and our no longer you
And the Father I Loved, is waiting to die


What do I do?
What can I say?
But sit by the fire
And watch you fade