My Son

You have not yet been born
and I doubt you ever will be
because I won't give you the chance
to turn out just like me.

You see, my son,
I disappoint the world
despite what I have done
and what I have accomplished
because I am not the man they see
in headlines across the front page:
the winner of the great event
the mastermind and the sage.

You see, my son,
what I have done
is left a trail of tears
from day one of my openness
to the last man I left behind
me as I moved on and she won
and I conquered my own desires
to silence them for some time
until I would be free again to feel.

You have not yet been born
and I doubt you ever will be
Because the thing I fear the most
is you'll turn out just like me.