Isn't It High Time to Have His Firsts?

He was bogged down with all the worldly responsibilities.

Amidst daily chores, kids, and family

Somewhere he got lost.

I wonder if he ever found himself. 

For his childhood was no different.

Destiny made him an adult. So soon.

The mind that was supposed to think about games,

Was worried about earning a living.

The thought that there was no one,

to attend his parent-teacher meeting,

to wish him luck before his exams

Makes my heart ache.

There was no hand on his shoulders,

Nobody to back him up.

No one to pick him, if he falls.

He has learned to walk alone.

For he has been doing the same for a while now.

My heart aches when I think of the innocence that was killed.

Does he think about how his life would have been different,

Had there been an adult in his home. 

Had there been someone by his side.

I want to take him to woods and make him listen to the call of that bird he loves.

I want to buy him his favorite jacket, he couldn't buy for he was saving for his kid.

My heart mourns when I see him sacrificing his little pleasures.

I want him to be a little selfish, for he is fifty now.

I wonder if he is capable of doing that. 

I want to tell him to go to the mountains and see his first snowfall. 

If not now then when? Isn't it high time to have his firsts?

Half a life spent in feeding everyone.

Doesn't the other half belong to his hungry soul?