The Dividing Line Between Father and Son
THE DIVIDING LINE OF FATHER AND SON
My son, my only son, my beautiful son
Where was that dividing line
that separated son from father, you from me?
And let an unwise imagination overwhelm our common sense
Do you still have a sense of the line?
between connection and disconnection of
my father’s love and your dissatisfaction?
The bane of continued filial disaffection
But necessary, I presume, for the son to grow and mature
reality embodies the will to live and be loved
but maybe not from an over protective father
especially if the father’s love is all consuming
Sometimes a father’s love chokes the son beyond gall
destroying the essence of a father’s intentions in the process
but such is life, the old philosopher says
life carries on but better without fatherly burdens on a son’s back
Life is elegant, generous and beautiful when embraced by a father’s love
as is sublime aweness of supreme spirituality
though irrational it’s difficult to define but you can sense the beauty of it
though hard to put your finger on
A sense of beauty in the love that can’t be explained
only lived to appreciate, to feel and needed to move forward
a forward thrust in the world to mature and perhaps gain wisdom
needed for posterity for fathers and sons to grow closer
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