It’s been four years since I heard or saw you.
Guess what? I’m now grown up, well, at least a bit.
And I took heed to all your advice,
I never clicked with the cliques,
The only pressure I ever experienced was from a math test,
My peers couldn’t protest.
I’ve been reading a lot,
I finally fell in love with someone, Her name is Poetry.
I wish you could meet her, she’s been comforting my lost soul,
And Dad, I’m getting to know God for myself,
He’s far greater than what we thought He was.
I hope you’re not watching me right now Dad,
Cause my life is more inconsistent than a sine wave.
Signs of success but it all seems like a mirage,
Guess that’s why I’m called Joseph.
I’ve got to go now Dad, I hope you’re with Jesus.
© Joseph O. Boyle