January 27, 2021

The Family, Part Three

A trilogy of poems by Chaplain Mike.

III. The Elder

Duty, that’s the word–
Nothing less.
Best effort at all times, no matter what.
Keep at it, never give up.
First to the task
And last to lay it down.
Don’t let anyone outwork you.
Also: expect maximum effort
From those under your charge.
Don’t settle for less.
Set the bar high
And keep short accounts.
Be the best.
Father will be proud.

Fool, that’s the word–
Family’s shame.
Never cared for anyone but himself.
Gave up before he began.
Refused to give a bit of effort,
Yet wanted all the benefits.
Unreliable slacker!
Miserable deadbeat!
And then he had the nerve
To spit in father’s face,
Demanding all that he “deserved”
From father’s hard earned wealth
To drink and whore it all away.
He is dead to me!

Disgrace, that’s the word–
Unacceptable lapse.
Where is judgment?
Where is sense?
What strange spirit has overcome
This man who mentored me?
Honor belongs not to a fool
Nor reward to him who offends!
How can this alien show his face,
And father not recoil?
Yet now the music starts,
Dancing, feasting, friends.
I cannot stay, I cannot speak.
Where will this all end?


  1. These are marvelous. Thank you for posting them!

  2. Good trilogy, Mike. Thanks for sharing.

  3. Another Mary says

    I’ve been away. Just got in to read all three posts. Good stuff. This is the kind of music our hearts need to hear sometimes. I like your songs, Chaplain Mike.

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