177 – Noise (A Father’s Lament)


You never listen son
To a word I say
You turn aside
You spurn correction
You change direction

I stretch out my hand
But you reject it
You despise my instruction
Disdain my commands
Refuse my teachings
Scorn my discipline

You never heed my counsel
Truth remains at the door
You ignore and refuse to
Maintain discretion

You have harden your heart
And brought me to tears
You have allowed my words to become
Just noise to your ears

“To have a fool for a son brings grief
There is no joy for the father of a fool”

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