A Dad To Son

He said, "Dad, I thought men were like Atlas, they bear the brunt of all humanity? They were supposed to do anything and everything?" Before dad spoke, he muffled a choke and remembered back when his boy was just a lad; he had felt two inches tall as he held the world in his arms; as tears streamed down his face and he attempted to save face, he realized truth was somewhat out of place. Now, his boy was old enough to know the requirements of man. The dad bowed gracefully and spoke humbly, he had disregarded every attribute he should have been teaching. The world spins on its own whim. No one has the strength to uphold everyone. Do the best you can. Strive to be a better man. It wasn't three generations ago, your great-great grandad was freed into Black History. Always remember, spring in December, when our darkest days, lit the brightest days. A man's duty, above honor and glory, is to pave the way. Whether people follow or retreat, that's their reprieve. A man just needs to create a path a son can choose to follow. Above all else, my wisdom to you is wealth.