Dear Son

This is a poem I wrote in 2004. I have no idea where my poetry comes from most of the time and that is especially true in this case. I apply effort and thought to my drawings, novels, and short stories, not to my poems. I think of myself as an author, not a poet. I don't plan them; they just sort of start to come to me unexpectedly. I imagine all of my poems set to music. I imagine this one to a modified version of the tune of Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen. Tell me what you think.

Dear son
It seems I've hit a snag
The supplier fell through
The army's coming to take me away
The thing is anyways
I love you
Tell the grandkids I love them too
Keep up the good work
Be thankful your mother isn't with us to see me here today
She was so weak but I'll see her soon
And I'll be okay

I'm sorry
If this was hard to read
I'm writing very fast
I think I can hear the bombs now
I just don't know how
For decades
I've worked hard to achieve the dream
Then it all came down
I know good will win in the end but apparently not today
But don't lose faith it will happen soon
And you'll be okay

This time I won't be coming back
I found a job I just can't hack
Still, I'll put up one good fight
And you know I'll be alright

And I'll be okay

Dear son
Revolution is hard
Remember the reason
The children need you now more than before
As I'm sure you know
The future
Is in your hands I'm afraid I've
Been retired for good
We will meet again but I'm afraid when just is not today
This letter I must cut short too soon
And we'll be okay

We'll be okay