Door locked open, door locked shut

See you soon, hopefully not

I've been and gone so many times

Without a work I've dropped no lines

Just look forward, never back

Selfish bastard, dicta-brat

Please forgive me

For the things that I've done

Don't feel ashamed

If you're asked "How's your son?"

Living here and living there

Lived at home but very rare

To see your faces it would be

A treasure locked in memory

Do drop a line, say hello dad

I await your answer, for I also beg

Please accept me

From a baby I have come

Pain, distress and heartache

I have now overcome

Running here and running there

Often caught but never cared

Been a-courting every year

Should have been a courtier

I'll understand if it'll matter

If you don't write I'll still beg

You understand I will mum

If you can't write I'll still beg

Dealing low and dealing high

Money your way just walked by

Visible lines now I can see

Was all this the cause of me

A letter has come she has replied

Read two years ago your mother died

Please forgive me

For the things that I've done

Don't feel ashamed

If you're asked "How's your son?"