Sins of the father

The sins of a man should carry forward to his son 

What sort of person you ask lets things carry on? 

But I observe from afar and see 

The man he was is the same as you’ll be 

Your example you’ve sucked in like air by a swimmer who is drowning 

In trying to be more and tsk tsk and frowning 

At his mistakes all you’ve done is copied him like a man possessed 

Because you can’t bear to start again have memory undressed 

Your line you follow with no subtlety or clue 

All you can see is you’re not him, he isn’t you. 

Like a copied page of carbon you will fade to naught 

While blaming all around you for what you were sure could be bought 

And can you buy affection, love and care? 

Look who you’ve left behind at the man you’re afraid to stare 

Once you could have changed your dreams of a pedestal 

Now? All that awaits is you fall. 
Ailsa

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Author: ailsacawley

I have written since I can remember, devouring the stories of Roald Dahl under the covers by torchlight. I have always loved fairy tales, myths and magic. A good deal of the things I write has some truth in it. Others, not. I’m pleased you dropped by, please feel free to leave me a comment or if you’re kind enough to share that’s fine. ☺️ View all posts by ailsacawley