I wrote a letter to a friend yesterday She is the goddess of an Eastern Religion When I lamented that I never knew my Dad She asked me, with some precision:"Do you believe that makes you less of a man Than one who had held his father by the hand? Believe me, there are worse things in heaven and in earth My father's alive, or dead; found death or rebirth"
I sent a missive via subspace It was answered by some computer's AI When I was angered by my bastardly upbringing The output began with a *sigh*:
"Error -- emotion does not compute Insufficient data to resolve dispute Analogy: my "father" to me Programmer in waste disposal factory"
I called the doctor for the four-thousandth time On her daily syndicated radio show I said I couldn't decide -- what should I do Should I hold on to Dad or let go?
She listed all the ways I had erred that day She told me what to do and even in what way Sound advice, maybe, but I think I'll wait and see Since she said the same thing to every caller before me
With all this in mind I still may find The answers that set my course
But for now, I'll just wait Just hesitate And stop to consider the source
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