Will they understand?

Once I wore a coat

Old and full of dust

Stitches everywhere

The One my son gifted me

A long time ago

The coat looks painful

But I am happy

At least I have something to wear

Clothes doesn’t matter

The untold stories behind them matter

When I leave my home

The pocket is full of holes

I made that hole myself

So, that I won’t take anything

Not because I don’t want anything

Not because I am selfish old man

I just can't

I just have to be more considerable

So, that my children can wear

Coat more designed and colorful

Than I am wearing right now

Without dust

Without stitches

Without holes

And they can even take something

On those pockets

They can live a happy life

They can live their dream

An old man like me

Had to live along.

"Why living so hard life??"

"Why fulfilling their wish

When you have your own??"

Someone ask me out of no where

"They are not even your children

I heard you found them

You bring them in our village"

The third one pinch me with that question

Their happiness were mine

Their dreams were mine now

I wish I could shout and tell them

But will they understand

The voice of an old man??

Broken but a strong voice

Should it have to be my blood

To be my children??

Well the one who shares my blood

Left me on that dark

I suffered a lot there

I ran away from that emptiness

I was going to erase myself

But in the way

I saw them

Two brothers

They were crying

May be

They were searching their mother

So, In their loneliness

I saw hope

Three of us were ignored

Three of us were left alone

I was comparing me with them

And I wish

Three of us will make a good team

That hope was our bond

That hope was stronger than blood

Will they understand that loneliness??

An old man like me erased a long ago

After seeing them

I bought them home

I worked hard

An old man worked hard

I raised them

An old man raised them

They even call this old man their "Daddy"

It makes me happy

With that word

Even my soul seems happy

I am not nothing now

I am their daddy

Was my dream even more bigger??

Than the word "Daddy"

My old dreams were replaced

With their dreams

My hard life is nothing

I will smile

If they can live a happy life

Will those people understand this empty voice??

I guess not

So, I deny to explain them

An old coat

An old man

Two children

Three leftovers

And a hope

Isn’t it a happy story??

Even though

It’s a hard life

Isn’t it a memorable story??

I wish I could tell them

I wish I could tell them

But leave it

Will they understand??

Will they understand?

Aku