Never the God

Your eyes bright, eager and trusting,

Where do we go from here, my son,

I spent my essence, loving and lusting,

Chasing a paper god, my son.

 

I turned my sword to a feathered quill,

Ensnared your mother’s heart, my son,

She loved the god in the paper spill

But never the god in your father, son.

 

We came together when life was full

And loved at the morning light, my son,

‘Til she grew heavy and I grew dull

While you just quickened and grew, my son.

 

Then you burst out like a single star

That beamed from our both horizons, son

We loved you more than the what-we-were

Than ever we loved each other, son.

 

So she grew bitter and sharp of tongue

And I went back to the pen, my son,

But all the words that I’d ever sung

Unravelled in desolation, son.

 

And when she left, she took you too,

The light in my life went out, my son,

I would she’d loved me as I loved you

But love is a laceration, son.

 

Now you have grown, the world’s ahead,

Your eyes are eager and bright, my son;

Don’t spend your essence on paper gods

Or trust in a woman’s love, my son.

 

For dreams and all ambitions fade

When a woman leaves in a storm, my son,

Remember the price that your father paid;

Love sought and lost in a rhyme, my son.

 

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[CRAIG A. THOMSON]

The poignancy and the sadness of this beautiful piece nearly made me cry!
I'm no psycologist, but your guilt and deep regret, which is prominent between every line you've written, appear to me to be an apology to you, as much as anybody else. Stop whipping yourself! At the time it probably all seemed right, but gladly you've learned the error of your ways i.e. the paper side of life is shallow and superficial. We've all been there!
I don't know you from Adam and I don't know the details of the mysterious circumstances that lead to your fall from grace, but you can't and mustn't blame yourself. You were obviously only trying to do what any father would in order to take care of his family. But on a positive note... You know now that it's love that matters. Not paper! So go and find your son. He loves you and now that he's a little older, he'll understand.
I hope I've got this right. If not, I apologise. Thanks for sharing.

[Lena M. P.]

I truly believe this is one of your best. The passion, the heartfelt message, the love and bitterness, the misery all came through so vividly. Even the cadence sang its own story. Loved this.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is an amazing piece.

the person falls in love with the poet...but finds out later it is just the words she fell in love with...not the man...

women fall for artists, writers etc. sometimes the words or pictures lure them in...but then they don't like the personality that created the art.

i like how he went back to the writing, back to what he was...writing for me has always been a refuge, and the muse the girlfriend i could always trust.

nice write here...love it. and identify with it from a few different situations i experienced.

jacob

[David Scott]

This was perfect! Honest. Vulnerabel. Letting faults fall away and as you tell of your love and admit where you are lost. I love this! This type of truth would bring me to my father's side and I would thank him for such honesty. This is a human write at its best.
Your friend in admiration of your wisdom,
David.

[Marie]

You can't put your trust in paper, or that's all you end up with.

[Rick Puetter]

Dear David,

Well, this is a heart-felt painful story, and I'm sure not an uncommon one as well. Hoe is it that life betrays our love this way. Passion and love cools. Still the love for children burn on more strongly that anything else. Is there a bit of self-love in this? A recognition that the child is part of us in a way that no lover can ever be?I think this must be so. This is a passionate, all-consuming love, the love of a parent for his/her offspring. The pain must be unimaginable when one of the couple take the offspring away with them.

Greatly enjoyed, David. I feel for you, My Friend.

Very best regards,

Rick

[Bubo]

A beautiful write, not sure it is for your Son, but it touched me alot..........the fact that couples part and
grow bitter is sad enough, but to lose a child too is awful.

Then you burst out like a single star
That beamed from our both horizons, son
We loved you more than the what-we-were
Than ever we loved each other, son.

The beauty of birth and growth very evident..............and the love shines clearly.
You are a very talented writer..............the repetition of "son" just keeps bringing home
the awful loss and pain.