Foretime Son
He was once a son,
offspring of a real man,
but in an instant
the kid became a déclassé,
lowered in rank and
relegated to a few weekends.
I first met him at an
intervention,
imagine my shock
when the boy said,
"Go ahead, my dad won't care."
Turns out he was right,
every-other-weekend-dad
walked in and started
pointing fingers at all of us,
we were the problem
not the chip off the old block.
--Shenandoah Lynd
offspring of a real man,
but in an instant
the kid became a déclassé,
lowered in rank and
relegated to a few weekends.
I first met him at an
intervention,
imagine my shock
when the boy said,
"Go ahead, my dad won't care."
Turns out he was right,
every-other-weekend-dad
walked in and started
pointing fingers at all of us,
we were the problem
not the chip off the old block.
--Shenandoah Lynd
Labels: my poetry
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home