The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Jul 23, 2004
It's no good dad, I can't be lying in poetry;
In words, in everyday speech, yes,
But not this stuff, it's not right or true.
Sure, I play with the words, find exactly the right one
To frisson and drive my point home.
I've even done subtle occasionally
And I was glad to - why ever would I hurt you?
But if truth were told dad, if I could have learnt
To trust anyone, it should have been you. I told
You the truth in me, but all I could trust you to do
Was to use it in evidence against me.
Didn't anyone ever tell you, it's not a crime to be illogical!
Isn't it strange how a kid's insecurities can make
You snarl to hide your own?
Still, benefit of the doubt time - you probably thought
You were doing me a favour - hurting me into hiding them
Before a real b*****d came along to do the job properly
I've caught myself doing it to my lads. Saw their eyes
Knew the damage I'd done, and explained, I get frightened
And cross with myself because I cannot stop your fears
And they said 'No problem, mum'. And showed me the way.
Dad, if you knew how painful life could be
Why didn't you tell me?
Why couldn't you teach me
What your grandchildren taught me instead?