A Teenage Son

My dear young son,
what have you done,
I fear you wont pass twenty.

Your out drinking wine,
smoking joints of every kind,
doing whatever your heart inclines.

God knows I did try,
to make you happy and kind,
but it seems I failed in my trying.

But now my dear son,
please stop drinking your rum,
and come back to your dear ole pa.

For my hair has gone gray,
as I ah worrying each day
if you will make home or be dead in a grave.

My heart is about done,
your ma ... a feeble one,
we both pray you'll live past today.

A Teenage Son by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse