Father & Son

A poem I wrote a few months ago

"Teach Me, Dear Father, to be like you"
"Tomorrow, my son, I have much to do"

"Teach Me, Dear Father, to work like you"
"I'm busy my son, but you can join too"

"Teach Me, Dear Father, to walk in your way"
"Not now, my son, not today"

"Come now, my son, it's time to learn
I have time, I'll teach you what you yearn"

"Not now, Dear Father, for I'm now a man
and my life in this world has began"

"But Son, Dear Son, I had no time,
to sit and tell you of my plan"

Dear Father:
"your hands lectured me"
"your silence tutored me"
"your eyes scolded me"
"your presence nurtured me"

For many fathers talk, but do not teach
Many sons walk, but do not follow