Lines On A Forehead

Strolling down the uptown boulevard
Saw a huge gate, house lined with trees
Some big shot officer, the guard said
Family having time together he sees

Tried to peep in, some lights on
They were in the same room alright
Dad reading the state affairs
And mom watching the prime night

The kids were having a fight
One crying, the other stealing a cake
Here another one, the nanny said
But can’t have love in the sugar you take

The guard ended his duty, he hurried
And into the dark street he hopped
I tried following him, saw a silhouette
Of a man, bent to pick a few coins he dropped

And he went home to what looked like a shed
Kids scrambled for a hug, wife giving a kiss
And the man of the house beamed with joy
Opened the bag for a grand dinner, a fish

As the elder forced his brother to eat
He saw his father, dark cracked lines on his forehead
But a content smile below, and weary but content eyes
And they all shared the last piece of bread.