The man I wish to be

Ask me, what I wish to be,

To answer – I would say to you,

I wish to be the pride and pleasure of my father,

The delight and desire of my mother.

Trust me, I wish to be the joy and hope of my family.

So say to my father, not to give up on me.

Declare to my mother, not to have any bitter regrets.

Truly, day after day to their woes, I increase.

And the incessant moments of heartbreaks, I acknowledge.

For far too countless times are the broken promises and unheeded cautions.

Though still fresh are the heartaches and disappointments;

Yet, with shame, I dare to implore their mercy.

Tell them both to end their grieving.

For I’m on the road to Damascus.

Like Paul, my conversion is imminent.