Who will teach him?
Who will teach him?
He stood outside in shirt sleeves
At 2 in the morning in the cold and drizzle
Like drunken Geordies often do
Proclaiming his love for her and
Not understanding what he had done
As I guess many young men might find themselves
She had been out with him a few times
But did not really know him
Until he was drunk
He had pushed her in his frustration
So she threw him out and
Called him a taxi
“I love you and just want to talk”
He kept repeating to the front door
But got nowhere
The intense feeling of rejection
Even penetrated his drunkenness
Although he did not experience it as this
He was so convinced he was right
And everyone else was to blame
It was the only way he could escape intact
When challenged, he denied doing anything and mouthed obsenities
At those who were really to blame until
The taxi came and took him away.
Who will teach him to be self responsible
That whether he knows it or likes it or not
Moment by moment it is he who is creating his life?
Who will teach him respect
For the self first and then for others who are
Innocently affected by his righteousness?
Who will teach him that finding inner peace
Is the path of the true man, the real warrior
Living in balance with all his relations?
Who will tell him the story of the two wolves?