Father's Day Blues Poem by JAMES T. ADAIR

I don't know how it is for others
but whatever I say
I feel alone inside
Fathers Day

I think about my own dad
Yes I do
Him and me are cool with it
No big fuss or big to do

But inside I know
I'm a father too
A reminder of sadness and pain
others put me through

It does no good to talk about it anymore
it does no good to say
but Father's Day feels the saddest day
and I typically run away

Rather than face the things
that break me inside and make my heartstrings frey
It's a bitter pill I cannot face to swallow
so from it I shy away

I was a father once
I wish I might be again someday
If life has second chances
For hearts that others threw away

I can't remember being happy
that now feels so long ago
when happier things
were easier to know

And Father's Day cards
If they come at all
seem to open old wounds
Like the calendar on the wall

a reminder of your carelessness
and your disregard
A reminder of your selfish emptiness
wished away with a card

I try to make believe
I never really cared or had a heart
I hate admitting to myself that I'm broken apart
Just know of fatherhood, I did my part

If Father's Day should be a happy day
I just wouldn't know
I can't remember when
memories only hurt when they show

I think that life has done damage enough
I've tried to take it like I'm tough
But really it's been so heartless and hard
I've forgotten how to feel love, don't remind me with your empty card

Some day I may feel different
but until then I run and hide
becasue my heart broke a thousand times
whenever I opened it wide

It more about the emptiness now
and less about the broken pride
Father's Day comes once a year
Just know, my very best I tried