Acorns

I have a set of values which I use to run my life
My brother different too we haven’t just adopted yours
And father if you want you can see trouble and chose strife
But you’re the one who taught us to be true to our own cause
It seems your acorns fell a little further from the tree
In fact I’m not too sure these days you call your children oak
But we are each quite strong with a unique identity
And both of us are valued by so many different folk
My mother was delighted that she raised two men to thrive
She knew me and my brother as young men from different cloth
She counted only blessings and was glad we were alive
And when she died it seemed as if you let your love switch off
Oh father I am sorry that your grieving heart won’t see
We are the sort of men that fathers want their sons to be

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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