Overdone

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 hows 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