What I Want

What I want is recognization,

from my folks and family.

Believing in my moral's belief,

its not many that can see.

Walking to my Pops, 

I talked about the day

and he asked the same.

"I failed." I said, eyes leveled ready for the bash,

but he leaned in and whispered,

"Life's about ups and downs; give tomorrow your best!"

Feeling shamed in my heart,

 I left to be the man and worked like the nomads,

moving through life's journeys,

hoping to come home with money.

Knock, knock, 

I opened the door, 

greeted by my folks, eyes a teary,

"Son, you've done well." 

Pops said, holding my earned checks.

Knock, knock, beat in my heart.

What I want is recognization.