To Marek . . .An Apology and An Advice
(Forgive the Adults, They Don't Know What They Are Doing)
Who can explain, for you to understand
Why your world is all a mess and tangle?
You hold the stars in the palm of your hand
For it's your main job to build the castle
Of dreams that you can cling to, else growing
Up would have no meaning. It is a job
That adults are supposed to be giving
You all the help they can give instead of
Their sabotage at each arduous turn
In your road out of childhood, that alone,
You'll navigate. Finding, on your return,
A broken home from your first vacation:
Forgive the sins but don't forget the sense
Of lose, for which you'll build the recompense.
Don't look for justice -- life is never fair.
Neither you nor I, had asked to be born.
But we trudge along, now that we are here,
To make the most is our utmost concern.
Sometimes we get lucky, but being good
At what you do is what counts in the long
And oftentimes rather treacherous road
Up ahead. To tell the right from the wrong
You'll need the compass of experience
From adults -- whether they love you or they
Do not care a breath for your existence.
Time can be both your friend and enemy:
Molding the very substance of your soul
Whether you give your best or none at all!
Do not begrudge the folks who have failed you
People can't give the which they don't possess
Let their shortcomings instead propel you
To push the envelope and find redress
For every kith and kin who might betray
The radiant rainbow of your childhood dreams
Some total stranger may by chance defray
The needed passport to some lofty schemes
Chances are kind to those prepared at heart
That every possible combination
Of trying circumstances may impart
To the less astute certain perdition.
For each venture you take, defray your best,
Leave time and chance and fate to dream the rest!