“ TIT FOR TAT “

It was the night of my game.

I was hoping that you came.
Later I felt so blue.
You had something else to do.

To night is my birthday party.

My mother said I should be hardy.
She said my friends are coming to be with you.
But your father has something else to do.

Then I call you on the phone.

I ask why you leave me alone.
You say, “I’m busy, you know I love you.
But I just have other things to do.”

So I go with my friends, I need a rush.

I’ll try some drugs, there should be no fuss.
My father’s occupied, cares not what I go through.
I’ll find other desires, other thins to do.

Author: Timothy B. Thayer

02/26/2010