Meant to be there
Supposed to care
Old enough to know better
No need for a trend setter
Wiser decisions and you’d be with me
Time ticks on, can’t go back
Warm tears bitter, a mask for the pain
Wishes aborted, hope in vain
Sometimes there, must have cared
Mentally immature, too old for a cure
Childishly selfish, expecting too much
Forgive and forget, warm tears for supper
Foolish it’s true, the heart still wishes
Hugs and smiles, things being different
Dream on dear child, weary after miles
Too sad to be happy
Meant to be there
Supposed to care
Learnt to live with a hole
Warm tears for supper
Let’s talk life. 