That's My Boy (2)

I watched him come out or rather to one side,
later, didn't see him for many years, should have cried;
now we build bridges, that's what he's paid to do,
to reach my ivory tower, always covered with ormolu.

Hands seeking holds but may suddenly slip down,
nothing is really surprising, we all know that frown;
I think of the film - 'The Big Chill,' mourners because,
they sit around simply saying what a bastard he was.

As you wish, what will they say of Putin when he's gone?
not that I care, that was the trouble, all said and done;
my son will live on after me, maybe, children randomly,
I'll look down, the old 'hiding behind a tree,' distantly.

However, we laugh together, drives off the Tesla in the dusk,
I manage a wry smile, it's the closest I'll get to Elon Musk.