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 ©