/////ESPECIALLY FOR FATHER, S DAY <br /> <br /> <br />A tale I heard <br />From my dad <br /> <br />Of a father <br /> And his lad <br /> <br />The father was old <br />And have sold <br /> <br />His time at <br />The rate of fate <br /> <br />Together they abode <br />But were electrode <br /> <br />In their thoughts <br />There were large slots <br /> <br />They quarrel always <br />As the waves with bays <br /> <br />Between them <br /> Was no emblem <br /> <br />Of love and respect <br /> And no aspect <br /> <br />The son one day <br />Decided to throw away <br /> <br />His dad from his house <br />Like a mouse <br /> <br />He tied him in sack <br />Put the sack on his back <br /> <br />The dad was on the shoulder <br />Like a boulder <br /> <br />Decided the son to throw <br />At some place very low <br /> <br />Get rid of him <br />Along the lake's brim <br /> <br />The son reached the shore <br />And was unable to walk more <br /> <br />Put the sack on the ground <br />And looked all around <br />He was to bury his father <br />But could not do rather <br />Father preempted risk <br />And yelled out in brisk <br />When the son untied ropes <br />Went away his hopes <br />But as an effort last <br />He speaketh very fast <br /> <br />O my son <br />I have done <br />The same task <br />That you ask <br />This is the place <br />Where lies my grace <br />Of my childhood <br />With whom in this wood <br />I doth played <br />And have made <br />A lot of fun <br />And have run <br /> <br />But oh! In old age <br />In a fit of rage <br />I buried him <br />At this brim <br />Where you dig <br /> Beneath this ridge <br /> <br />I request thee <br />Must me burry <br />But some distance away <br />As here my father does lay <br /> <br />It was a shock <br />To that dried rock <br />In the dusk's dark <br />When awakes the lark <br />He brought the dad back <br />Buried the empty sack <br /> <br /> <br />Visit http//: www.rightcommand.com for more fun and understanding life<br /><br />akram saqib<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/think-about-it-sons/
