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To Sons, My Sons

by Mike Loftis

Bygone years see battles lost
and battles won but still the costs
tax the treasury of the soul
char burned bridges can ne'er be crossed

I can but pray to catch a glimpse
across the waters deep and dense
of those I've loved who wear my scars
who turn from proffered recompense

Tis sad and sad to own the thought
that blame is mine paid for and bought
golden promises cast to the wind
a squandered past a future raught

Sometimes come nights when fortune smiles
and I'm carried back 'cross years and miles
where sins yet sinned can be unsinned
where my soul has yet to face these trials

Tis there I wish to rest my head
in peaceful slumber with secret dread
of opened eyes and eden lost
cast once more amongst the dead


Posted on 07/09/2011
Copyright © 2022 Mike Loftis

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 07/10/11 at 01:53 PM

How many fathers can relate to this one?? Very well said Mike. All too many of us have hurt ones we loved the most.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 12/26/13 at 04:06 PM

Oh, yes, knowing that the sins of the fathers affect future generations it is indeed humbling to contemplate these verses. Yet, pardon is obtainable where there is love, especially as found in Christ. Really remarkable poem.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/30/13 at 12:57 PM

a brilliant and soul rendering poem, Mike. Congratulations on POTD

Posted by Steve Michaels on 12/30/13 at 02:40 PM

Well done and congratulations on POTD!

Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 12/30/13 at 04:08 PM


Posted by George Hoerner on 01/01/14 at 08:38 PM

I thought this was a really good poem when I made the first comment on it! And again very nicely done.

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