Almost wasted
For the best part
In
A broken family
Boy’s home and fear
Last hope
A life of my own

Reaching out so often
And losing
Wives gone
An alcoholic romp perhaps
Better
A life of my own

With respect I gave in
Seeking something
Anything
My Dad perhaps
Again
A life of my own

No Mother
No Father
No siblings for years
My own children
Still aloof
A life of my own

My own blood suffers
Because I am hard
Unreliable
Now I live
A life of my own deservedly

To save them all