HIS DAY
(for Chris)They’ve cast dispersions upon his actions,
Questioned in detail his decisions,
Revelled in their own reactions of dismay,
Regarding his priorities had much to say;
Now at last he is able to walk free,
Out through the terminus and over the sea.His friends have been a long line coming,
His flings discussed in disgust,
The nights he spent from the family away,
The bonds he formed in the club will stay,
And although still mother’s little boy,
He certainly has come a long way.He packed his suitcase earlier this week,
Stuffed it full of whatever he could keep,
Tools to help start a new life outside,
He sends his regards and says his goodbyes.
The world is his playhouse in which to perform,
Now that His Day has finally arrived.This morning there was a breakfast prepared,
At the same table three generations shared,
So many memories yet far from enough,
To fully acknowledge the friendship and love;
For travel this is the price he must pay,
As we are all left behind on His Day (good luck to him).