Son to Father

Please dad, let me taste this life. Or

I’ll try to be a doctor or another doctor;

Not because I would love to, but

As that’s what you couldn’t become.

You scare, you threaten, you plead,

All to make me an enhanced copy of you.

Your father tried and failed with you, now

You compete and struggle to wear me down.

Your unquenchable thirst to be right

Is smothering me to the nightmares,

Where dreams wage war with sense of gratitude

While eternal filial bondage blinding hopes.

Me, you, your dad, his dad: we are a disappointed lot.

I wouldn’t love so much to live

In a world where men grow up, from being

Unhappy sons to unhappy fathers.