FATHERS
 

There's yours and there's mine
At one time, larger than the proverbial life,
But then we grew up?
And when all was said and done;
We found them nothing more than our grandmother's son
With faults and needs and human frailties
That we didn't expect
They should have told us when we were young
 That they would just be God's for a short while
And their image would soon be worn
Then we grew up more
And we saw a lot of them in us
Not too much, just the good parts
And maybe they didn't stray too far from our expectations
And as father's go
They are surley par
As time goes by
If I should become the father to some unfortunate child
Wearing the crown of a god
Then the hat of a fool
And when the child's vision and ideals of me
have long since  soared
I hope that I might rate a spot
On some old washboard

© 2006 William C. Stephens
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