Sins of the Fathers

There's that counter kid with the

Insufficient mustache

He's another one of those bright and

Funny young know-it-alls

He's got the fire of the immortal

Soul burnin' there in his

Bright porcelain blue eyes

He humors me, and like always, I just let it slide

Sometimes I'm tempted to tell him

"Hey kid, the world still goes on,

Even after we've passed through it,

Long after we're gone"

And who can avoid the sins of the fathers?

But you go ahead kid

It's your turn to walk on water

Well life is God's gift, but the years have weight And I'm logy,

a little sluggish

My back's bothering me again and my Bones are rigid

I feel like I've lived too many years,

But then again not long enough

I could offer the boy some kind of words of wisdom,

Cliches about life being tough

Tell him all about unrealized expectations,

Pass on a couple of tips,

But I've learned after all this time

You can't teach these young dogs new tricks

I see this world is fast becoming a place

Meant only for survivors

Where the glands have replaced the heart and soul

And we act out our darkest desires

So here's another prayer for the boy

For God's mercy and His grace

For salvation and love

And the courage to make

The world a better place

Well the kid smiles and pours me another cup of Thick bitter coffee

He's caught in the sunlight through the window --

He looks like he's from another country

(not a part of this unbalanced, wounded world

with its wonders and sorrows and joys and miseries)

I shuffle out and leave him

To his hopes and dreams

As I hang on to my memories

Well... you hang on too, son

Do your best to undo the sins of the fathers

Go ahead kid

It's your turn to walk on water