What do ya think?

I'm looking thru a box my dad just sent me


Filled with hand me downs


And things he once wore


He passed along his blessings and his curses


But Mainly scraps nothing more…no, nothing more


And I pray to God his shoes will never fit me


And I pray this isn’t my inheritance


His dirty t-shirts


And all his girlfriends mini skirts


Are the things I now resent…Lord I resent





I spent my lifetime dancing with his demons


They’re constantly comparing him with me


They tell their lies


As they look into my eyes and say


"Apple doesn't fall far from its tree"…and I pray, oh Lord not me





Old man didn't give me much more than


Second hand clothing


But Jesus wants more for me than


Second hand clothing





So I put away this box that I was given


Nothing in it meant that much to me


I have outgrown these hand me downs


And now I know that God gives me everything I need


Everything I need now





Old man didn’t give me much more than just second hand clothing


My God has more for me than just second hand clothing

What do ya think?
i feel tht u are'nt just talking about the material we inherit but also in some way about the thoughts and practices forced upon us by our elders...u somehow feel caught up actually stuck in the teachings forced upon you and u literally wanna break free of them....


i mean tht is hw i interpret it....but lemme tell you my brain is literally peanut sized in the field of creative writing... :)
Reply:Not for me
Reply:Is that a poem or your life ! If your life i feil sorry for you ! If a poem it,s OK !
Reply:Great poem. Well thought out. Publish it, please, and let me know where.
Reply:It sounds like you (like most men) think your father inadequate, and you constantly strive to be better than that. I thought your poem was clear and consice and had a nice flow.
Reply:Well it sounds as though you have some issues that have created a Pandora's Box on a mental level, and only self-relization and hope can keep the box closed and silent.



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