Will I Still?

My life has reached another season.

I’m not the child you would scold,

But tell me father, am I still your son?

 

In my spring, new and void of reason,

you would shield me from the untold.

But now my life has reached another season.

 

Summers years were marked with open

minds and little need for your fold.

Tell me father, am I still your son?

 

You have been pushing me towards autumn.

It’s a place I refuse to go.

Eventually, my life will have reached another season.

 

The fall before the winter’s solemn

and an absent hand brings the cold.

Tell me father will I still be your son?

 

I know you might not see my snow, a blazon

display of all your hopes foretold.

My life will have reached another season.

Tell me father, Will I still be your son?