Never The God

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Your eyes bright, eager and trusting,

Where do we go from here, my son,

I spent my essence, loving and lusting,

Chasing a paper god, my son.

I turned my sword to a feathered quill,

Ensnared your mother’s heart, my son,

She loved the god in the paper spill

But never the god in your father, son.

We came together when life was full

And loved at the morning light, my son,

‘Til she grew heavy and I grew dull

While you just quickened and grew, my son.

Then you burst out like a single star

That beamed from our both horizons, son

We loved you more than the what-we-were

Than ever we loved each other, son.

So she grew bitter and sharp of tongue

And I went back to the pen, my son,

But all the words that I’d ever sung

Unravelled in desolation, son.

And when she left, she took you too,

The light in my life went out, my son,

I would she’d loved me as I loved you

But love is a laceration, son.

Now you have grown, the world’s ahead,

Your eyes are eager and bright, my son;

Don’t spend your essence on paper gods

Or trust in a woman’s love, my son.

For dreams and all ambitions fade

When a woman leaves in a storm, my son,

Remember the price that your father paid;

Love sought and lost in a rhyme, my son.

David Lewis Paget