Son of An Impossible Father
Amusing is easy. Real is impossible.
March 23, 1949 I arrived to spectacular reviews.
When I was first male child things went swimmingly!
Passed around to waiting, loving arms was a delight.
It wasn't too long before I wore out my welcome.
My father was a war hero, a bomber pilot who escaped
from behind enemy lines when shot down over France.
I interrupted his adulation and he was none too pleased.
Pilots took speed to fly many long missions; addicted.
He was a loving and angry man. I never knew which and
I grew into boyhood balanced upon a precarious blade.
I learned to be a jester and leave them laughing and
that worked until it didn't and then all bets were off!
Beat me and I'll beg for mercy. Scream at me and I cringe.
Send me to my barren room. Threaten me with all you've got,
and all I'll do is bide time and amuse you back to my will.
Laughter is the best medicine. Let's resume a "normal" life.
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