A Reflection of Life Built Upon Strife

A fool was I, as I carried on my merry way,
Dancing to Satan’s music and sleeping with the devils of my youth that day.

Now I find myself in a merciless hole.
I try to stand strong; I think of your advice
And in consternation I try,
I really try to move on.

So Dad, you were right in everything you said when I was a child unto me.
I ponder; I wonder when again your face and embrace I will ever see.

Seven days a week and unrelenting work must I pay my dues to the man.
It leaves me no time for family, being with those I love in this world…I hope that everybody will be able to understand.

Sometimes I wonder if it is I who should see another day,
For you are strong and you are happy and that pleases my soul in every way.

Gloria has been good and gracious to us all,
In word and in deed.
So thank you both for all of your support,
Thank you for all the loving that you have both given forth.

So Dad, maybe some day and hopefully soon,
I will find my way out of this quandary.
And together you and I can cruise the lake beneath a giant moon.

In conclusion, I just wanted to say that I love you so much in every way.

J. Allen Wilson © 9/13/2014