I'M SORRY SON 11-9-07
Stuart Thompson

I'm sorry, Son

As you lie there sleeping,
Your dreams full of fun,
Your mind is untainted,
My beautiful Son.

Your Dad loves you dearly,
He'll make sure you're safe,
I know you believe me,
Unshrinkable faith.

So how can I help you,
develop and grow,
I'll show you and teach you,
Just all that I know.

I'll try to be honest,
And pass on some truth,
I'll try not to frighten,
or chasten your youth.

When you're growing up fast,
Sometimes you must fight,
We'll develop your reason,
So you know what's right.

You'll learn there's a time,
For work and for play,
And that both can reward you,
In similar ways.

You'll live for the moment,
Yet cherish the past,
You'll invest in the future,
But your die is not cast.

You can be what you want,
Go wherever you crave,
At the drop of a hat,
Surf the crest of your waves.

Explore new religions,
and cultures and thrills,
Outside of our knowledge,
Your wish is your will.

But, Son, I must warn you,
You will suffer pain,
And I know you'll blame me,
Again and again.

For, Son, I bequeath you,
This permanent mark,
Some times it enlightens,
Sometimes it feels dark.

You'll never forgive me,
Me my Father the same,
But you will also thank me,
Not always to blame.

Son, I give you the Boro,
Your birthright in fact,
You shall also pass on,
Your inheritance tax.