As the phone rang the mind reverted
Back to another excuse to refuse help,
Pride blocking out sounds of hunger.
The pain of not being an adult masked
Fear disguised as caution.
Soon the dollars fell unexpectedly
As manhood turned the corner
Walking towards a tomorrow
I usually shaded my eyes from.
Was this what less of a man felt like?
Extra caution around conversations
As they often convert to cash;
And these days the help hurts,
The burden hangs
On invisible ropes, all tied to pressure.
Of course this was your human nature,
The natural tendency for a father
Assuring the seed didn’t fall
By the wayside.
Ignoring my pride was priceless.