The son

 

The son

 

The son of the writer

Became fainter

As a painter

His writing a lot brighter

 

The son of the writer

Is a fighter

For his own right

To party

 

He is not his dad

Remember that

Looks deceive

He is no thief

 

Not a villain, so bad

Searching for identity

His own person

So glad

 

Though still missing

His dad

Reminiscing

In the sun