Dream Dad

I had a dream-dad many years ago,
before the bitter breeze began to blow.
He was a god, a Titan, so it seemed,
but that may be a dream that once I dreamed.

This dad, he was immortal, so it seemed,
but as I said before, I may have dreamed,
(and in this dream there was no dread demise
to dawn on me with savage, stern surprise.)

This dad, who I did foolishly adore,
was born with old Achilles’ fatal flaw:
his heart, it was a bubble ‘bout to burst;
this ageless Adonais, he was cursed!

I had a dad, but that was long ago,
before the bitter breeze began to blow.
He was a god, a Titan, so it seemed,
but that was just a dream a school boy dreamed.