random

so you decide it's time
to have a drink with your
father
and have a real talk
really get to know the
fellah
because at the back of your mind
you think you
might run out of time
and never really know the
man

you wait in the pub for him to turn
up
which gives you time to prepare
you're
ready
he can get the real deal

he can
listen to your dreams
your fears
your
hopes
he can advise you
give you the wisdom of his
years
help you get back on track

he strolls
in
says he had to put a bet on
which is his version
of an apology

you walk to the bar
buying
your dad a drink
it's a rite of passage
thing

he nods as you place his
pint
carefully on the beer mat

he lifts the
glass to his mouth
sips
sighs
or maybe you
just thought it was a sigh
maybe he was enjoying the
pint
and not pissed off because he could have been
in
the other pubs with his mates
being king of the
pub

but the conversation doesn't flow
your
stories are flat
his sighs become real
you sense his
inward yawns

but you don't panic
because
you realise
this is the way it is, has been , will always
be

it's the way he wants it
you sense the
love
it will never show it's face but you know
it's
there

and you let him get you another pint