To be my father's son

I'd just like to also thank toAlisa for guiding me a little, and helping me to espress every thing i wished to put in this, it is much apreciated. To be my Father’s Son Was it meant to be like this To be my father’s son I feel like I’m the man And he the one, undone. I’m lumbered by his lack of vision Blown out to wind Angered by his conduct Covert selfishness, Now more transparent Yet so much more than this … Manipulative, sometimes scheming I remembering times he said, ‘Your mother doesn’t like it son, when you act that way’ Now she’s gone, Who willhe blame? He’s insecure, Struggles through his daily grind Always trying to inflict his will New wife in tow, behind, And were left, Now that she’s gone. Asking , missing Our love for him Fading, falling , almost gone Number two she keeps him young He adheres to blind Blinkered Unchecked, Unruly, Yet charming in his own right Consumed with greed Touched by anger, Explosive at times Glossing over all the shame Hidden in some secret place, Buried deep within memories A life,love once perfect… At least it was for him! Was it ment to be like this To be my fathers son?