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A Father's Gift
There is a time to stay and a time to stray,
It’s something we all should know.
Though life is tough, you learn soon enough,
When you are ready to go.
So I left my toys to begin my voyage,
While I was still barely a teen.
In my prime I knew it was time,
To do more than just dream.
I’d made my decision, it was a new rendition
Of an age old song.
There was a need to sow my seed,
So I asked, “What went wrong?”
In the fading light of that very night,
After I said my adieus.
My Dad came to me before I could leave,
“We don’t have any time to lose.”
“Let’s have a drink,” he said with a wink,
“To toast your departure.
It might be our last, let’s celebrate our past,
Followed by a toast to your future.”
We met at the bar, it wasn’t too far,
Where he began to pour.
Sure I was young and how it stung,
‘til we came to about number four.
My Dad had style after drinking awhile,
Though I could hardly stand.
So I shuffled to bed feeling half dead,
Not quite what I had planned.
Dad in his own wise way taught me to stay,
Knowing I would probably lose
Any war waged at that young age,
If I couldn’t handle a little booze!
© Kevin W. Downs