Honour did diminish long ago

Father, thee art mine blood, mine misprise can fill a river. Mother, thee art mine caregiver, gouts of sorrow in mine heart thee did leave to flood, shouldst thee seek assistance, one wilt behold the other way, like thee did doth and did keep thy distance, thou and mine misprise wilt still fay. Doth not agnize in thy sadden, as i douse in thy deceit. Peace hath been did maketh i am gladden, devotion from me thee wish to amit. Thou shalt honour thy mother and father, but honour is nay moo than everyday life bother.