Life's Lessons

Some day when I have passed,and life takes it's toll on those I have spawned and worked all my life to sustain, a time for reflection will descend. Then, the heart will clench and regret floods the conscience. Yes, my voice is distasteful and my answers not what were wanted. The whine. Yes, I am the one. The guilt loader. The One with the f voice. Those who live off the b, s and t of the only one who have never stopped to catch a breathe so there is always a roof, bread and school, must always give. And give. And give. Or be befouled.