The Sad In the Man

As I experience my son's childhood, I am reminded of my own, and specific moments that have never left me. He is the catalyst for so much of what I have faced and continue to face within myself...

I dedicate this to all of those fathers who have made it their mission in life to break the cycle and leave a legacy of love and strength to their children, and many generations to come... in spite of the battle that rages inside...


The Sad In the Man


He can understand
The outstretched hands
Of the child who wants to play

For there’s something blue
About a balloon
Drifting far, far away

Thru clouded eyes
He can empathize
With why the child laments

For when said and done
He’s the one
That released it without intent

And he wonders why he has days like these
When it’s clear that others don’t
Or why he’s prone to melancholy
Finding sorrow where others won’t

He’d like to be bold, the source of fun
The man everyone enjoys
But truth be told when said and done
The sad in the man is the boy


He’ll feel the ache
For pity’s sake
Of a child who yearns for flight

For it’s a maudlin thing
The broken wing
Of a useless, earth-bound kite

He can surely share
The worried care
In a child’s attempts to mend

For it was he
On misplaced knee
That caused the canvas mount to rend

And he wonders why he dwells on such
While the world moves blissfully on
Or why he contemplates too much
The darkest moments before the dawn

Now feeling old, he finds he’s one
Who lacks for mirth’s employ
And truth be told when said and done
The sad in the man is the boy


Yearning for and who can wrap
Their arms around his inner child
One day he’ll climb in his Father’s lap
And trade his tears in for a smile

As time unfolds, the race is run
Where there’s still a hope for joy
For truth be told when said and done
The sad in the man is the boy