DEAR SON

Dear son, He writes, as tears flooded heavily down his cheeks My son Don't grow to be like me, Many things you will see, Many things you will hear, But don't trust every voice that sings nicely to your ear, My son, You must trust your eyes Trust them in a way a blind man trusts the firm touch of his stick To lead him through a world he can not fully see Don't grow to be like me, I sacrificed my dreams on a palatable alter; yet I was rejected by the world My misery is a story to be told Grow to be more than my becoming, Be the man the world can not hide from My son, don't grow to be like me Be the man you truly want to be