Paul Schneiter Poet Rhyme

Father and Son

There is oft an awkward tilt
Twixt a father and a son.
'Tis as if a sense of guilt
Overshadows each one.

No mention is made of it
Pretending it isn't real.
Neither is willing to admit
It's a feeling both do feel.

The words they speak
Are wrung from the tongue
Unduly forced and meek
Like a song weakly sung.

What subdues them is the fact
That father must yield to son.
Thus they artfully act
As if the truth were undone.

But truth will wield its way,
An aged practice will abide.
Then for son will come a day
When he too must step aside.

It's a pattern as old as the skies
This tilt twixt father and son.
It drives generations to rise,
It's the way the earth is run.

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Kennedy Muitherero January 12, 2015 at 3:52 AM Men do reserve alot to themselves. Good insight. Paul Schneiter January 12, 2015 at 12:49 PM I value and appreciate your comment. My sister often said, "It's a man's world." There was truth in that.

Toquyen Harrell January 11, 2015 at 10:27 PM Is it like that always? Paul Schneiter January 11, 2015 at 11:13 PM I should add that the first line reads "There is o-f-t an awkward tilt . . . ." Paul Schneiter January 11, 2015 at 11:08 PM Thanks for the question. There are always exceptions, aren't there?