Salat

[soul'scry]

A poem

[fatima_43]

Son and Father

What is wrong with me having a good time
Why should I not enjoy life at my prime
You make me feel as my doing it all is a crime
Why should I not drink and rock on a rhyme

Life should be more than just keeping a balance
But to old brat like you its just a menace
This life of mine is real, who has seen heavens
Dad you are now old and perhaps losing ur balance

I am young, energetic and see life in every thing
Your after life theories are to me ugly sting
I am young , energetic and see life around
Your after life theories gonna make me bound
I am cool and wana be a free soul
And wana enjoy my life as a whole

Dear lad, I may sound old & obsolete
And soon this world will forever me delete
But my history you should never repeat
Much of this world is superficial and deceit

Your youth like mine will not forever last
Before you know its gonna be over very fast
What you do here is gonna leave a lasting mark
This may sound surreal but is a truth stark
When reality of “having fun” you will realize
This way of life you will never idealize

I may be old and weird but still not dead
This world’s delusive beauty has me always mislead
What I just said may fall on your deaf ears
Which you will realize in your coming years

My father told me the same stuff before he died
And for the first time thinking of it today I have cried

I hope you listen to my and your father’s advice
And from our ashes a new man in you may rise


Amen