Sunday, June 19, 2011

A proverb you should know

When it comes to fathers,
there’s a proverb
you should

Wisdom arrives when it’s least expected,
long after it’s needed most. But love is present always;
do not deny it.

You seek a way to live?
To live is the way.

Love abides,
even when we hide it.

And there is no father crueler, or lonelier,
than the one who fools himself.


Aleksandra said...

:) beautiful as always William!Thank you for this days beauty addition,warmest wishes!Your children are fortunate with you as father,but Im sure they know that!

William Michaelian said...

And my thanks and best wishes to you. The dear ones you refer to have learned to suffer nobly, probably because they know me better than I know myself. I’m the lucky one.

Aleksandra said...

I just knew this answer of yours would be like it is :D
we all are lucky ones!
Take care of each other!

Stickup Artist said...

And that goes for all of us! Best Wishes to you William for Father's Day. I still don't think luck has all that much to do with the human relationships we foster threw the long-haul, but has more to do with love, wisdom, compassion, humor, hard work and perseverance. Have a lovely Father's Day!

Akeith Walters said...

A great thought provoking poem.

Old 333 said...

Double-plus good, William.

William Michaelian said...

Lovely people.

We will, Aleksandra, thank you.

Stickup Artist: You may well be right. And your wishes make me feel lucky all over again.

Gray, thanks. If so, it’s because it has a reader like you.

Thank you, Peter!

Gary B. Fitzgerald said...

I Don’t Have A Son

I don’t have a son.
I’ve never been a father.
But if I had, they said,
I’d have been a good one.
But I was a son once, young,
and had a good father, too,
with whom no wasted time
was ever spent.

But if I had a son
I’d tell him the truth,
which my father never did…
that life goes fast by.
You won’t believe it
when you’re twenty,
but at fifty you’ll wonder
where he went.

Copyright 2010 – Ponds and Lawns-New and Corrected Poems, Gary B. Fitzgerald

William Michaelian said...

Beautiful poem, Gary. Thanks for sharing it here, and for making it part of the record.

Jim Murdoch said...

A striking and profound piece. A refreshing alternative to all the twee (although no doubt sincere) poems about dads kicking about at the moment.

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Jim. It’s so easy to speak or write without thinking, and to think without observing, and of course the result is often trite or secondhand, which in turn becomes and reflects an entire way of life. The question I ask, word by word and line by line is, Is it true? Right or wrong, clearly perceived or not, the answer must be given honestly.

Tess Kincaid said...

Love does, indeed, abide.

William Michaelian said...

Aye. Thanks, Tess. And welcome.