Just a Song Before I Go

JUST A SONG BEFORE I GO


"..Just a song before i go, a lesson to be learned; Traveling twice the speed of sound, it's easy to get burned.."

"Do you understand what those lyrics mean, son?" Papa asked me, taking a puff from his birch wood carved pipe.

"I think so papa."

"oh?"

"Yeah, i think the man in the song means that if you move too fast doing stuff, you could get hurt a lot."

Papa smiled, his beard moving with his smile, "Sounds about right son. Come along now, it's time for bed." As he rose, the leather armchair creaked, showing its age.

"Awh Papa, do i have to?" I asked.

The grandfather clock in the hallway struck its chimes, one for each hour, and ended at nine chimes, justifying The father's decision.

The boy was settled in his bed, teddy bear under his arm, and tucked in by his father, but before he shut out the light, the boy began to speak.

"Papa, do you have to leave again?"

He gave a weak smile and said, "I'm afraid so. Believe me when i say i'd much rather be at home than there."

The child began to pout, and seemingly about to cry.

"Just a song before i go, to whom it may concern; Traveling twice the speed of sound.." The father sang gently.

"..It's easy to get burned..." the boy finished.

They smiled at oneanother, and the boy yawned, saying softly:

"Goodbye Papa, i love you."

"I love you too son. See you soon." The father said through tears and a smile; With that, he closed the bedroom door.