Too Late?

The days were too many to count
Since they last sat down and spoke
If time is able to heal all wounds
It was obvious this clock was broke

The older and wiser one had tried
To raise the younger one right
But all the efforts and tools he applied
Would always end in a  fight

The father was measured and slow to reply
While his son was angry and quick
It was hard to think they could ever find
Something to end their conflict

So the older waited for the younger to see
What lessons life had in store
And hoped that his son would be
All that he dreamed of and more

The dreams we have sometimes come true
But usually they end in pain
Especially for those who already knew
That they both had to share the blame