Image: Justin Peters
He had the world in his hands,
Every and anything he wished for could be his
But like so many in his circle he blew the lot.
Career as promising so much
Married his high school girl
The two kids they had the apple of his eye
And he looked up to as the super dad he was.
But he wasn’t content,
The life he had was humdrum,
He looked other places for love,
He stayed away, his job showing him the new and exotic
He’d return home to whinging wife,
Demanding kids, it got too much
They were stuck in the mediocrity of suburban life
He wanted more, he broke away,
Didn’t care for the devastation he left behind
For him it was wine, women and song, in any order.
Now he sits on a beach, watching the waves
They pound on the beach, washing away his past,
Presenting him with a present that is going nowhere
There is no family, no fairy floss house,
No children calling his name, cuddling up when sad,
There’s just him, all alone, thinking of where to sleep,
How to survive, it’s hard for man
Who once had the world in his hands.