My Father

He was a good fellow Who never wanted to see my sorrow Even to drop a tear I had to borrow Eventually I had to grow I am now a man Looking left and right And my helper is no where to be found Gone were the days he used to care With a glare on his face I see joy I wish I could call him my demi-god But he won't allow me I wish he could live forever But he believed life without death Is like a story, never ending