Favorite Young Man has a birthday this month: his 40th. I wrote this poem for him when he was in high school
Boy, don't you fly so high.
Your daddy done warned you.
It ain't safe up close to the sun.
You gotta learn to listen.
You don't clean up the left-over wax and feathers like you told to.
You get too close to that ugly ole Minotaur.
Minotaur, he eat you up, boy.
And it because you don't listen.
Don't do like you told.
You a good boy though.
Don't complain livin' in the Labyrinth.
You good to Theseus.
You just gotta remember to listen to your daddy.
He smart -- he the one called Artificer.
He say keep low, keep low and close to the water.
Yeah, but I know.
I know you.
You do what you want.
Get ready to swim because you goin' down.
I see you -- I find you again some good day.
You gotta fly your way.