You were

You were my son

until you decided to run

off to the races

judged by the faces

of those that just want to use you.

.

You were my boy

until you heard the ploy

conformists yelling loudly

marching with them proudly

lost yourself in the crowd

my tears are not that loud.

.

You were my “25-8”

until you placed your fate

on a different scale

one that pales by comparison to

the love I have for you

My son.

My son.

My son…

P.D., JAY V SHORE ©