I love you Dad, I really do.
So, it kills me to feel this way about you.
There was a time when we could converse, talk late into the night about the universe.
We shared stories, sipped drinks and poked fun at the world, we agree on so much it was great to be heard.
Your opinions were from life and they were your own, you gave me advice when I felt so alone.
I valued your views and made mine the same, never could I of guessed that that would some day change…
We barely talk now when we get together, the only safe topic seems to be the weather.
The stories you share now all come from TV, there’s nothing about you, us, or your family.
Your opinions aren’t your own, in fact they’re quite sour, we can’t talk politics or we argue for hours.
Your views no longer make sense they are based on the news, we’re at odds now even my kids are confused.
I love this planet, you used to love it too. Can’t you tell from the villains and those who speak true?
You challenge every thing that I say, yet you don’t take a minute to see things my way.
It hurts to be belittled by someone you trust, I guess we’re done talking….
I’ll just leave you to rust….