Regret

 
I drove into the city to visit my son,
Those visits had become precious and few,
And all day long I had it in the back of my mind…
I wanted to tell him, let’s go visit grandpa too.
 
As the day wore on driving around town,
The hours just seemed to fly by,
I could have picked up the phone,
Even it if it was just say hi.
 
Looking back at that Saturday,
I could have made the effort to see my father,
It had been months since I saw him,
And for some reason I didn’t even bother…
 
I don’t know why I didn’t try,
I’m sure how I could have been so careless,
I knew he was sick all that time,
Still drinking I knew he was helpless.
 
Five days later when my phone rang,
I knew it in my heart before I heard the news,
In hindsight, I should have known better,
Now I carry a guilt I’ve been trying to reduce.
 
I should have listened to my instinct,  
It’s the gut feeling I’ll never forget,
I should have had a better intuition,
Not making that call is the thing I’ll always regret.