A family of four; parents & two sons;
Charlie the elder, young was Olson.
Every blessing of World , every favor imagine
was provided to them in abundant fashion.
But something tormented Pa from inside,
Peeled his flesh was Charlie's pride.
Dearest to him, was upshot of his dreams
boorish & angry, with demands in extreme.
A connection suggested: 'be friends with your sons,
'you still have time, this gap is grave concern'.
Thought of intervention for the younger son,
do not imitate my boy Olson.
Spare sometime my dear son
share your matters, for a friendship long run
Some interests to relate, love, and delight
Share daily chors , or whatever is in sight.
'Feel free to tell secrets, I am your friend
And father felt feather light, thought relations all mend.
That Young soul took all this to heart.
Green & unfledged, thought of a friendly start.
But what to talk or tell, nothing came to mind;
Next day after school, Olson skipped play time,
And waited for his man to come from work.
Sat along him, questioned nonsense irks.
Father answered a few, wasn't in a mood
Conversation at sea, situation crude.
Next day boy waited again in friendship lane
But still no hope, not much gain.
Without any clue started the same exchange
Never called for, two days in a stack
Goodwill once volunteered, now Hope's taking aback.
Still with spirits though not very high,
Son waited third day, to meet his big guy.
Same clueless questions he uttered for a start;
Reply this time, was bitter and hard
'Why so curious and prying to me,
I am your father, not a proven guilty'.
Son stood baffled, what to say ….
But friendship knew enough to sneak away.
