A young man’s hubris, it knows no bounds,
guidance, advice, imparted wisdom; nothing more than sounds.
He will traverse the wrong path, with his head held high,
reason won’t work, you’re a fool to try.
You had the best intentions, but also a short fuse,
you know he doesn’t listen, what is the use?
Kind words turn cruel, colloquial turns abrasive,
our relationship in ruins, both too proud, and much too complacent.
Gatherings feel hollow, the holidays feel cold,
the aggression turned passive, but the resentment still showed.
I could never leave fast enough, and neither could you,
if only I was less proud, I’d have sang a different tune.
The years flew by, too stubborn to speak,
your light faded fast, and my heart grew weak.
As you clung to life, I’m frantic to make amends,
you told me, “Do not apologize, we were both younger then.”.
