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Narrative Poetry: The Farmer's Son

Mark Tulin is a baseball fan from Philadelphia, PA. He has four books of poetry and one short story collection, available on Amazon.


Should We Follow Our Parents' Traditions?

I often wonder about people who blindly follow their parent's advice and traditions. I hope they're not selling themselves short on reaching their potential. What may be fine for our predecessors may not be worthy of us. Is our job to find meaning in our lives and develop our own voice? Are we put here to discover our destiny and our set of truths? Or should we blindly follow what has been handed down to us as gospel without testing it out?

Don't get me wrong. There is comfort and safety in listening to our elders. Respecting the wisdom of our forefathers has some benefit, but I wonder if it leads to a dead-end?

Enjoy this narrative poem, The Farmer's Son. And please comment.

The Farmer's Son

My father told me not to roam
too far from our small town,
or meet up with people
who were different

He believed that my safety
and sobriety was paramount,
staying close to mom and dad
meant a healthy longevity

My father was a farmer,
raised livestock and grew crops,
and believed he should teach me
how to think and act

So, before I did anything,
I got my father’s approval,
made sure I didn’t make mistakes,
or go against his parochial ways

He sheltered and coddled,
only allowed me to interact with family
or those well-mannered individuals
who got his stamp of approval

He bought me a car,
taught me how to milk cows,
put a roof over my head
so I wouldn't have to suffer

For years, I went on just fine,
married and had two kids,
then my dad abruptly died,
fell off a tractor into a rolling blade

I got drunk and spent money gambling,
and lived a life of spontaneity
I figured if dad wasn’t around,
I wouldn't be afraid anymore.

© 2021 Mark Tulin

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