Poetry

My father
He's ill
He has this disease
That hides and rests
That waits and gets
Eventually out
 
My father
He's lazy
He has this habit
To do nothing at all
To constantly ignore us all
When we want him the best
 
My father
He's voracious
He has this need
To eat all the time
To stop would be a crime
He thinks we envy him

My father
He's weird
He acts a stupid one
When actually he's not
When actually he's lost
In boredom of his life
 
My father
He's stubborn
He rejects our help
We only want him a fuller life
Me, sister and his wife
But he thinks we hate him

My father
He's blind
He's neglecting the fact
That soon it might be too late
That illness might ruin his fate
But how can we help him?