So stubborn and rebellious,
Broke almost every rule,
He never got to bed on time,
He acted like a fool.
Proverbially, he was the one
That if he’d have been the first,
There’d be no other children, for,
He really was the worst.
Mixing in bad company,
He made his parents shiver
With thoughts of what those substances
Were doing to his liver.
But then, at last, he met a girl
Who was up to the task;
Who captured both his mind and heart;
Who saw beyond the mask.
They settled down and had some kids
And learned what troubles are;
And wanting, now, to meet their needs,
Began to raise the bar.
And now he knows the daily grind
Of bottles, diapers, meals,
He wouldn’t change it for the world,
Or anything on wheels.
He changed his life and learned respect,
And though he still likes to have fun,
No more does he run free.
He sits at home, now, of an eve
And contemplates his lot,
And sometimes, yes, he misses it,
The alcohol and pot.
But then he looks into the room,
Sees children fast asleep,
And realises with a smile,
This joy he’d like to keep.
For after all is said and done,
There’s nothing in this life
More precious than the loyal love
Of children and a wife.
My last post looked at the sad side of life and parenthood; how disappointing it can be when children don’t acknowledge and act on the wisdom of their parents. It was probably a bit depressing! So I thought it would be nice to look at the other side, this time.
So often, we focus on the bad things in life, but the reality is that, if we look for the good, we will, inevitably find it. Although I lament the mistakes that children make when they ignore their parents’ advice, I am also keen to acknowledge the fact that many young people can turn their lives around. To such young ones I say, “Well done. This poem is a tribute to you; and to your parents, who never gave up hope.”