Splinterage

There's a certain discrepancy
found in exchanging verbage

Convoluted is how the splinters of language
in all of it's splendor
can describe what someone is feeling

T.V. glib and glide does no one understand?
chapped will be your hand,

and you will bleed on the 'morrow'
your secrets safe with me

If the son is eventually
father to the man
do our expectations lessen for the man?

I think not.

Would you ever expect more for the man?
...so that his light could shine?

I think not.

For all that I've learned,
non-sense adorns expectations;
so, does anyone have that right?

I think not.

For I have seen the  tears of failure
I have witnessed beads falling down the forehead of iniquity;

So wouldn't it be better,
after laughing in the face of destiny
for the father to remain the man to the son?

I think not.