Father's Day Poem by Roy Blokker

Papa, I don't blame you,
My life has turned out well
And generational progress
Has been made.
There were bright moments
Shining like a sunset
On the mountain snow,
Radiant in my memory
And many, enough
Almost
To dull the stings,
To keep our pedestals
In shaky repair.
You told me I couldn't fail,
Like some superhero braniac
With the world waiting
Patiently for potential,
But as Lennon said,
Life happens while you're
Making plans
And like the old folks say
Time runs past you
Faster every year
And now I'm old like you were,
My chances cast aside
Because I couldn't fail
And so I never tried.