I passed my dad driving down the road
As I headed home one day.
I waved, but he just stared ahead
And never looked my way.
“He’s getting old; he never saw,”
I thought, feeling kind of sad.
He usually was observant
But his eyesight now was bad.
When he came home, he asked me why
I had passed him with a wave.
“Just saying hi, Daddy,” I replied
And a loud humph he then gave.
“I seen you too, you know I did,
But I kept my eyes straight ahead.
When we’re headin’ to the selfsame house,
It’s a waste of time,” he said.
copyright © 1998 by moleta ruth mccarter. all rights reserved.
