"The lonely wanderer"

Every night in my lay I weep
Never thought it could be so quick
Right in the sitting my name he calls
Only to discover it was my thought
My fatherer was not a wanderer
But me alone he left to wander
How can I understand the passing
When all the bucket are left standing
But they said he kick them hanging
Daily, I kick several buckets to the bin
He kicked it and has cease to be.
Why?
Seeing fatherers make me sorrow
A deep cut like am arrow
In my heart the pains reside
How fast did my father decide
Did he consider my age before he depart
Oh! I wonder how it feels there
Does he call someone else dear?
She told me how much she misses him
But she has not dreamt to be with him
In my daily life I wonder
"Without him lt is harder"
How does it feel to hold his hands
My siblings said he's soft and handsome
Their words make my heart wander
I wish am here with my fatherer
But each sorrow paves a way
He has only gone away

by the chemical Poet
O. A George...