father's day

let us define the roles and we may find
that we fall into them with simple ease
we all want to impress and teach and please
but each beginning still is frantic blind
we want to come off generous and kind
but cannot see the forest for the trees
and are afraid to end up on our knees
each day's a fresh storm in the honest mind
we let it happen and we hope for good
all that we get becomes a sort of prize
our best desire may be the slowest trend
we're sorry when we have not understood
the world takes its own shape before our eyes
and there are no final answers in the end