The Theory Of Absolution Poem by David Beckham

The Theory Of Absolution

Rating: 4.9


Dearest Son,


Today is the day that you are born

Your eventual exception to the way I will raise you will remain

Hugs, flowers and kisses, everything that I have I give to you

I wish I could isolate myself from your life

From whom you are going to grow up to be

But how can I? … The apple does not fall far from the tree!

Therefore my apologies at this time of birth I offer

That my ideas rub off on you and cause you to be who you didn’t want to be

Or that my way of upbringing causes you to be a recluse

But you did all right for yourself as an adult but hated still some of my influences

In time, I would get older and weaker and you will get older and stronger

In time I will lose my faculties and you will get smarter

But label not my ways as foolish I beg of you

What I have, I will give to you … Food, comfort, life

In so far as not to our past we can return to change things, for that is foolish to think

But in time therefore, consider my actions and find them ‘blameless’

I too shall consider your ways ‘blameless’

But by this understanding, that we may pursue life in great fulfillment and joy

We have come together in God's time to create this story

I hope you can accept the outcome of your life on this day of your birth

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Robert Roberts 20 August 2011

nice lifes a vicious cycle

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Anthony Joseph Erangey 19 August 2011

This poem really hit home with me. I loved it. Well written and metered. Your poem is beautifully thought out, as if you traveled into the future and took note of all the possible outcomes of your influence on your child. It is a gift of love to your son. Asking for absolution, also displays your humility. This poem flowed smoothly and seamlessly. I am very grateful that you wrote it, and I had the chance to read it. Thank you.

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Constance K Yost 19 August 2011

So you are a new father now? My very best wishes to both of you! What a lovely poem, so full of wise advice.. Constance

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Jinal Oswal 19 August 2011

Congratulations! ! ! It reminded me how my dad had told me some of these things. And was asking him to relax. Now I know what he feels on his side. Thank you, you are making us realize the hidden emotions. Thanks a lot! !

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Bella Stylos 19 August 2011

i love the simplicity, touches on reality.i like the paradox.i think it is-i would grow old and weak you old and stronger.Very beautiful one it is.its a one sided pleading.is it fear or reasoning that led you to make this expression.Am thinking both-Nodoby wants to be treated like a liability, the other aspect mutual understanding will make both our lives (mine if not yours) worth living.hope am on point? bt i like this one

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Michael Nkwocha 14 September 2016

a nice piece David. well done!

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William Jackson 07 September 2011

Great title! Great poem. Absolution indeed. My parents have earned it! According to the acorn theory of existence, our parents are alien beings to our true selves, oppositional figures who are necessary to force us to struggle and bring our true destinies to fruition. In childhood it may apear that the daemon was incorrectly chosen, but later in life we see that the ensuing struggle that resulted from our pairing with a particular set of parents was to our benefit. Would there have been a Teddy Roosevelt without the influence of his parents, or a Salvidor Dali, a Beethoven, a Victor Frankyl, Thomas Edison, or George Washington Carver?

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Matt Mooney 27 August 2011

Your insight is both accurate and inspired.Well written.10.

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Audrey Heller 24 August 2011

Thank you David, for inviting me, to read your lovely poem. There's a lot of truth in what you say and it makes a lot of sense. You did a wonderful job, in expressing yourself! For me, it deserves a 10. When time permits, it would be nice if you'd read some of my, poetry and give me, some of your feed back. Audrey Heller

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Eric Cockrell 20 August 2011

the passing of the very human torch... love is often bruised, and stained, but remains. very good writing!

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