My Boy Joel

Is that our last chance son?
Electronic friends

Is your best knowledge of me that
Fathers know nothing of good advice
After fifty odd years of living

Are you not
Incapable of difference without disagreement
Without hurt

Without punishing me

And after your first fifty years will you recall
Your trials and tribulations

Will you ever make a mistake?
A wrong call
Or a wrong decision

I did
I made plenty of each

But I opened my heart again

And so will you my son

In mature years