Things not said,advice not given,
Envelope unstamped,regret enveloping me.
Is it easier there?
I wonder,I ponder,I guess,Yes.
Do you think of me as I do of you,my son?
The things you will do,I will never know.
The pain,the secrets.
Oh,to be given a chance,a start,
the restart,the fresh start.
Will love come for you as it did for me?
Find you,wreck you,change you?
And if life breaks for you,the way it would not break for me,
if love hunts you,finds you,captures you,
will you hold it tight,nurture it,protect it?
I hope you will.I hope you can.
This father's advice is not required,it has no call.
So instead,I'll share some from another.
It's better to have loved and lost,
than to never have loved at all.