Soliloquy

That Wednesday finally came,
When he had to leave them all and go,
There were none to share the blame,
He had dealt them a heavy blow,
Wanting to be a master of the game,
He needed the world to know.

His father walked up to him and said,
“Son, do you really have to go?
Knowing the world, I’m filled with dread,
There are no friends but only foes.”
His son rose as he ate his bread,
It was hard to miss that golden glow.

“Father, I am no longer afraid, nor am I shy,
I’ve had enough of this tiny town,
I have to look my friends in the eye,
I promise to bring you a nice little crown,
But for now, let me just fly.”
But he missed his father’s frown.

The father rose from his place at the table,
Not wanting to stop his son from reaching out,
“I know you are strong, but will you be able
To keep away from sturdy men who don’t shout
But just reach behind you and make you unstable?”
The words were now a whisper, no longer a shout.

The son drained his juice and walked out,
No longer wanting to look at his father’s face,
He had faith in himself, there was no doubt,
But a shard of fear was making him lose his place,
He heard his mother cry and his father shout,
But now it was too late to quit the race.

He made it big but his ego lost out
To his father who had seemed his biggest foe,
Nipped in the bud in the past of a futuristic sprout,
His progress at first had been very slow,
He lost his father to a cowardly drought
Maybe he just didn’t want to know.