Son, I wrote this poem when I was 25. It’s strange, but now that I think about it, this was right about the time things really started to go well for me with that tall drink of water you call your mom. I am sure there was a reason I wrote this poem. I would bet anything that if I dig through my pile of papers I call my book, I will find something bad that happened right before I wrote this. I probably quit my job or just got in a fight with your mom. Those are the two things that could stress me out enough to get me to write back then.
That is how I operated. I only sought HIM when I needed HIM, it wasn’t every day like I am trying to be consistent doing now. I was right about everything in this poem. I just wasn’t ready at the time to live my life that way, especially on a daily basis.
Love you my boy!