FATHER AND SON
My dad was motivated to get rich,
though the Depression and the War
meant first he had to climb out of a ditch
before he’d start to run, much less to soar.
Post-War, he worked for Trico, planning new
facilities, while going to night school,
with a BS and an MBA in view
and self-determined discipline his rule.
In time, Horatio Alger-like, he strove
to great success and meant for me to go
his way, yet I proceeded to the Grove
of Academe instead and just said no.
He had his dream and he fulfilled it well,
but one man’s grandeur is another’s hell.