Father and Son

A father was quite contrite For his son loved him so But as the son grew Separation gave them a blow Innuendos and false promises Hormones a flutter Unforgivable names Shared like butter The father grew old The son grew up Gods plan in the making Wondrous and tough A grave alone no Marker or cross Son comes home Unbelievable loss Tear stained face But nothing to gain Empty Will for him Only himself to blame