For Mr And Mrs T. Poem by RIC BASTASA

as the mother of
the 16 year old kid
who brought a woman
with a child in their
house where they
always close the door
and God knows how often
does he do it having
tasted it for once and
amazed by its sweetness,

the father disliked it
but the mother had to
cater to his kid's caprice
afraid that he may commit
suicide just like his friend
a few days ago.

or that he may leave the
house and waste his life
away, after sixteen years
of rashness and experimentation.

he brought them anger and
too much patience while he
wasted his life to all these
superficial pleasures.

if they ask me i could
have told them, you need
to instill discipline
do not spare the rod and
spoil the child, you need
to let him decide
let him know that while
in your house
he is a mere child
and could be your lowly
servant.