A Teenage Son

Teenage Son

My dear young son
What have you done,
I fear you won’t pass twenty.

You’re out drinking wine,
Smoking joints of every kind,
Doing just as your heart inclines.

Lord knows I did try
To make you happy and kind,
But it seems I failed in my trying.

But now my dear son
Please stop drinking rum
And come home to your dear ole Pa.

My hair has gone gray
As I ah worrying each day
If you’ll make it home, or end in a grave.

My hearts about done,
Your Ma, a sturdy one,
Is a praying you’ll live past today.

A Teenage Son by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

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