Too Many Times
By Richard H. Fay
Forgiveness may be divine,
But you unfairly painted me the devil
Far too many times to ignore.
Forgiveness may be sacred,
But you unjustly treated me as Satan
Far too many times to forget.
Forgiveness may be merciful,
But you unduly called me a monster
Far too many times to forgive.
Never a Father
By Richard H. Fay
A selfish, self-centered, substitute sire
So swift with the stern scowls and stiff scoldings
Played the part of pinch parent but poorly.
A brooding, bearish, brute of a buffoon,
With a beetled brow and boneheaded ways,
Proved a wretchedly rotten role model.
A lanky lunk lacking paternal love,
A self-absorbed simp with scant tolerance,
Neglected his task to nurture and care.
An irascible, immature jackass,
A greatly glowering glob of a goon,
Utterly failed as a father figure.
Never a son of yours;
Never a father of mine;
Thank goodness!
Misfits Among the Masses
By Richard H. Fay
A cornflower among daisies,
Bright blue sail among foaming white waves.
A butterfly among moths,
Orange-clad king among grey-garbed serfs.
A tiger among lions,
Boldly striped blazer among drab tan coats.
A misfit among the masses,
Defiant character among the compliant flock.
