As I sit, all alone, in a place, once called home, I ponder, and  reflect, on the one, I did neglect, not my child, not my wife, not my boss, but my life, who is this, I now meet, in the mirror, not the street, when all else, melts away, and I’m stuck, with him all day, I start to notice, how long it’s been, since I’ve thought, about him, where’s he headed, what’s his plan,