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Array ( [sid] => 160106 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Choices [time] => 2010-05-24 13:30:38 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Dad, which way will this road go?
I'm sorry Son, I do not know.
It could go east. It could go west.
I'm sorry Son, I know not what's best.

Will it be paved? Will it be cold?
Son, for all I know it could be gold.
It could be ash or maybe stone.
I just don't know. Now leave me alone.

Will there be trees along the way
or rolling fields with bales of hay?
I told you Son, I've no idea.
Now go away! Won't you please?

Dad, your'e no help, no help at all.
I may as well talk to a wall.
I'm busy Son, a busy man.
I can't always hold your hand.

I can not say which road to take.
That's a decision you must make.
The choice is yours. Now be off with you.
Can't you see I've much to do?

Alright already, I can take a hint.
You want me gone....At least I think.
I'm leaving now. I'm out of here.
I'll bother you no more. Have no fear!

I'm sorry Son. Please don't leave yet.
I'm afraid if you do we will both have regrets.
Can you give me a second? I'm just about through.
Come sit with me boy. I want to talk to you.

My boy, my son; you are now a man.
On your own two feet you must stand.
Mistakes you'll make as have we all.
You may fall down. You may stand tall.

I have given to you all that I am.
Have some faith in yourself. Set your plans.
And know my son that whatever you do,
good or bad; I will always love you!





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Choices

Contributed by applethoughtrotten on Monday, 24th May 2010 @ 01:30:38 PM in AEST
Topic: FamilyPoems



Dad, which way will this road go?
I'm sorry Son, I do not know.
It could go east. It could go west.
I'm sorry Son, I know not what's best.

Will it be paved? Will it be cold?
Son, for all I know it could be gold.
It could be ash or maybe stone.
I just don't know. Now leave me alone.

Will there be trees along the way
or rolling fields with bales of hay?
I told you Son, I've no idea.
Now go away! Won't you please?

Dad, your'e no help, no help at all.
I may as well talk to a wall.
I'm busy Son, a busy man.
I can't always hold your hand.

I can not say which road to take.
That's a decision you must make.
The choice is yours. Now be off with you.
Can't you see I've much to do?

Alright already, I can take a hint.
You want me gone....At least I think.
I'm leaving now. I'm out of here.
I'll bother you no more. Have no fear!

I'm sorry Son. Please don't leave yet.
I'm afraid if you do we will both have regrets.
Can you give me a second? I'm just about through.
Come sit with me boy. I want to talk to you.

My boy, my son; you are now a man.
On your own two feet you must stand.
Mistakes you'll make as have we all.
You may fall down. You may stand tall.

I have given to you all that I am.
Have some faith in yourself. Set your plans.
And know my son that whatever you do,
good or bad; I will always love you!





Applethoughtrotten, PLEASE: To help keep this site INTERACTIVE, please read and comment on at least 3 poems (other than yours) for each one you submit.



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Re: Choices (User Rating: 1 )
by northernlights on Monday, 24th May 2010 @ 11:20:36 PM AEST
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Independence in capital letters,on your own two feet you must stand, great capture of that moment or those moments that a boy is encouraged to be a man at the same time having the reassurance that he will always be supported and loved whatever road he goes along in life,well written


Re: Choices (User Rating: 1 )
by spud on Tuesday, 25th May 2010 @ 11:39:27 AM AEST
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Hi,

Oh yes, haven't we all (males) been through
this - I've been the son, and now the father,
and neither is easy.

I like the way you've structured this poem.
Q & A's from the son to the always too busy
father - frustrations of the young for answers -
and finally the paternal pangs of guilt and
straight-talking words of 'wisdom.'

Tommy




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