Father patriarch you left way too soon. Wish you could see how I love mom to the moon.
The rash childhood days I wasted.
All for a rush I tasted.
Clashed we did.
Brash I was.
If I were God that time would I return to the bottle.
Tho you never did perhaps my neck you would not wish to throttle.
I thought you antiquated telling me institutional lies.
Now I see how you truly you were so wise.