Choices

Dad, which way will this road go? I'm sorry Son, I do not know. It could go east. It could go west. I'm sorry Son, I know not what's best. Will it be paved? Will it be cold? Son, for all I know it could be gold. It could be ash or maybe stone. I just don't know. Now leave me alone. Will there be trees along the way or rolling fields with bales of hay? I told you Son, I've no idea. Now go away! Won't you please? Dad, your'e no help, no help at all. I may as well talk to a wall. I'm busy Son, a busy man. I can't always hold your hand. I can not say which road to take. That's a decision you must make. The choice is yours. Now be off with you. Can't you see I've much to do? Alright already, I can take a hint. You want me gone....At least I think. I'm leaving now. I'm out of here. I'll bother you no more. Have no fear! I'm sorry Son. Please don't leave yet. I'm afraid if you do we will both have regrets. Can you give me a second? I'm just about through. Come sit with me boy. I want to talk to you. My boy, my son; you are now a man. On your own two feet you must stand. Mistakes you'll make as have we all. You may fall down. You may stand tall. I have given to you all that I am. Have some faith in yourself. Set your plans. And know my son that whatever you do, good or bad; I will always love you! The Applethoughtrotten