A Fathers Son

[Roman Kurywczak]

Dang.......I am gety a bit sappy as I get older! I have no idea where this is coming from.......yeah, I went to art school......but the written word has never been my strong suit. Some will say that the spoken word hasn't been a strength either:wh.......As my other life as a union carpenter in NJ......we have a very different vocabulary! I have realized quite a while ago, how powerful words are.....both good and bad. This big, bad, sap from NJ.....really is his fathers son.....wanted to share this with you and him. From my parents 50th last year.

A Fathers’ Son

I looked at you, with awe filled eyes
My superhero, a nightmares demise

Protector from villains, youths' innocence
Teenage tormentor, lifes quirky penance

Anger and rage, replaced not too soon
Both wisdom and vision, I claim as my own

Reflection and years, make me reflect
Choices I’ve made, make me cringe and deflect

Time magnifies, paths that I’ve chose
Vividly clarifies, decisions you’ve sewn

All too often, the glory eludes
I am proud to call myself, my father’s son