I know I was a brat. Worse than the devils cat.
I know I was stupid, took for granted the things you did.
I know I was ignorant, for the pettiest things, belligerent.
I know I was wrong. You knew me better right from when I was born.
I know it all, papa. And I want you to know I’m sorry.
I’m sorry I didn’t stay home Friday nights, when you just wanted me in your sight.
I’m sorry I didn’t bother to answer your calls when you wanted a wing-man in your wars.
I’m sorry I didn’t take your brute advice, which was your fatherly care in disguise.
I’m sorry I was so consumed by my ego that made me push you away.
I’m sorry I didn’t even see that you were Poseidon and I was a castaway.
I’m sorry, papa, I realized all this a bit too late.
I wish I knew that I’d get only so much time.
I’d give everything to spend it right.
Now, I wish I could go back in time and just be with you papa,
I wish I could smile with you, laugh with you and cry with you, papa
I wish I could be your son and your friend too, papa.
I miss you. And I know the time is gone to make things right.
but what can I do? However old I get, I’ll still be your child. No, papa?