My Father’s Tired Eyes

My father’s tired eyes

Stared into space

Through them, I could see

Sorrow, pain.

His hair, nearly silver

The skin on his neck sags

He walks with difficulty

As he drags his right foot

Pressing his weight towards a cane in his hand

He used to be full of energy

He used to play basketball,

Used to take me to golf,

Used to race to the front door with my little brother

As time passes,

His body crumbled

As he struggles to carry the weight of his responsibilities

The weight of hatred given by his other children

Despite many burdens,

He still continues to work

To remain on the path full of storms and dangers

For the sake of me

For the sake of us

As I approach the oblivious stage of adulthood

I can’t help but feel so sorry

For growing up too fast

For being too happy

For wanting to be free.