Mercredi, 30 juillet 2008 @ 20:00
Proud?I stand on the edge of all reason
And see the man who has shaped all that I am
His shadow rising from the ground
His presence filling my ‘forever’
I can see the way he looked over me
The gaze only a father can give
The look I once took as hatred
I now see has tinges of green
I see the beginnings of a smile
And realise as he looked at me
What he saw was his own image
A reborn chance to be all he wanted to be
So the impossible dreams that I hold
Does he see as energy spent on wasted folly,
Or ambitions to which I can rise?
Would he have cast aside the loves that I lost,
Or made more of the ones that I found?
Would he have approved of all my choices,
And stood by me through right and wrong?
Am I a constant source of frustration,
Or have I done enough to make any man proud?