That Man Poem by Jacob Nambe

That man was weird I swear.
Enough to be feared.
Whatever had him, got him point blank.
Stripped him of his senses of curiosity and crank.
Left him flaccid, sans love and with a lot lost.
For why won't he want to be in their lives?
Why won't he want to be remembered by them?
They are his children!

That man was weird I swear.
Enough to be feared.
Whatever was he doing breeding children, from whom he planned to one day flee.
With a woman he loved to dispise?
Why couldn't he assure them, their mother was whom he was leaving?
And though he was leaving, he wasn't going away?

That man was weird I swear.
Enough to be feared.
However can you vanish from their lives, only to a nearby far-away.
Why wouldn't he want to in the least, know how they are faring, what they found life to be?
Couldn't their future interest him enough to therein invest anything?

That man was weird I swear.
Enough to be feared.
However can a man not wonder about the untaken road.
Nor be curious of what has become of the babes he spurned?
Was it pretence ab initio to an unrealized end?
How couldn't he see that the slightest efforts would've sufficed?

At the hour of his death, when to him lucidity avails itself.
Will he call out to the children of his youth?
Will the love lost be found in between worlds?
If it is, how sad it will be.
For to them, a stranger died whilst he lived.
And he was the man, weird enough to be feared.