Poem

Good Boy

I was always a good boy.

I did what I was told

Finished my work

Got those grades

Kept my head down

And I wasn’t too bold,

didn’t make a scene.

“Don't waste that brain,

Don’t make me ashamed”

Hush

Sit down

Roll over

Fetch me that stick

Good boy.

That’s a good boy.

But I eventually got around

to becoming a man

and I made a few scenes

and wasted a bit of my brain

and lived for lengths of shame.

I swirled around the drain

but somehow bobbed to the surface

like flotsam after the storm.

Now I have a little one of my own.

He doesn’t listen to what I say,

thinks he'll figure it out all alone.

He wants to make his own way.

Everyone says, “He’s just like you”.

Just like me.

Someday he’ll see.

For he’s a good boy too.

9/9/19