Shared by bassey utit on 12/01/2012 FATHER OF A THOUSAND SONS In blind faith we ignored logic denied reality in vain hope of the indomitable saga. Yet With your ultimate lesson - When in subtle sleep You slipped from east to west You remind us Of the fallacy of lies. O father of a thousand sons Sun of our formative years So you have chosen to slip away? You tricked us With your lucidity Even into your 90s That you would abide longer. O what have we now? But memories of your firm strides The whiff of Erinmore Betraying your surveillance As you watched over us. O what have we now? But echoes of your indignant bellow at our misdemeanor In hallowed chapel or daunting office Countered with your paternal chuckle At our antics on the playing fields. Oh there was the corrective cane When the fire burned in you And the furnace of rebellion raged in us But in wizened reflection time mellowed You apologized for ‘the harsh discipline’. Ah We remember your first car We remember you driving In first gear from quarters to gate Harsh grind of engine all the way Contrasting with your gentle heart As you cruised into town. Alas You have left us Not as infants but as men You taught us Even as we fought you But you formed us Even as we defied you. As men we now see your grandeur Yet neither manhood nor the years Will contain the stifled tears Our only recourse To follow your course. ©butit301112