Today was sad in a way but in another nice
A vase full of roses had wilted away
There was an air of sadness in her eyes
When she tossed the roses out today

They were bought to make her happy
And happy was the effect that day
And each time she saw them a smile
Came upon her face and didn't go away

The love light in her eyes gleamed
When I brought the roses home to her
To make her know I need no occasion
It did the job and that's for sure

Now they're gone just a simple memory
Of a nice reminder of my love for her
So soon I'll have to get some more
A sad day will come along to cure

But when all good things come to and end
New delights will come to pass this way
And cancel out the sadness and portend
A time so happy that fills a coming day

So shed no tears about the roses tossed
Because they wilted in the table vase
The happy day they brought wasn't lost
For memory of the smile upon her face.

To an unwed mother a child was born
Into a partial family with no dad
And his life will be tattered and torn

Where his mentor will be a gang member
And his existence will depend on colors
For he will have no father to remember

Maybe a third or fourth generation as so
His grandmother was born out of wedlock
And there is no grandfather to know

A destructive path that weaves a trail
For troubled youth whose absent father
Is too a lost life that has ended in jail

Too many lost souls from too many mothers
Who have allowed themselves to be used
By the reckless men and their brothers.

But the society turns a blind eye because
It fails to keep its morals important
And doesn't enforce its existing laws

So every year more and more of the same
Of girls and boys being born to the world
Without being given their fathers name

It makes me wonder if it will ever end
Or if the society will falter more
And not be able to reverse the trend

Or will we find a way to teach our youth
The importance of family and fatherhood
Or will we fail to reach them with truth

The terrible part of this is the sadness
That comes from the lack of family love
And our own unwilling social madness