I Reached 80
Since I reached 80 years of life
time has moved too fast but in slow motion
I oftentimes feel embarrassed at what I became
and what I could have been
but old men dream more of the what could have beens
Not what they became
That truth is oftentimes embarrassing
but not in your case, my son
you saw the fallacy in my words
and knew they were only pipe dreams
With no understanding of how a man is supposed to accomplish his dreams
I guess you could say I was a dreamer
good ideas but nothing to show for them
except self-inflicted moronic thoughts often pummeling my mind
I became enamored with ideas but had no idea how to make them work
You went, you saw and you conquered, my son, intelligently
I say good for you, you get my kudos
I fear talks we had, well, actually all my talks
were to help you through life
you sat listening respectfully though you were just feigning attentiveness
I always said you were smart
and certainly more intelligent than me
I think often you would have been the perfect man
if you had had a heart, not a negative but an observation
To love, to care, to have affection for the family that guided you
and not become as distant as you became
yes, my soul aches for the man you became
but your heart was set on making much money something foreign to me
And you did, you accomplished your dream
so well that you left behind my poor man’s advice and found your own truth
but we, your original family, still love you
after all, we’re the family that nurtured you and tended your young hurts
I dare say, my son, there was one lesson I tried to teach you:
don’t forget your family, but time moved too quickly
and you were eager to find your bliss
your mother and I cried, feeling a part of us had been cruelly extracted
but that’s life, yet, we still long to see your face again
One last time.
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