Peaches

You were eating peaches, watching leaves fall off trees
In the sky you search for answers, I departed with the breeze
Drop a stone into the well, with no more father's day
I promise you'll be better off, now I'm out of the way

Bluebooks turned to bootstraps, as you worked for your degree
There you learned to master dough which rose with leavening
I wasn't there when you walked across, a stage of purple gold
More than I'd have pushed you towards, you're surviving on your own

Classrooms turned to cubicles, and you walked down rainbow streets
You bravely let yourself explore, signed your name upon a deed
Would I approve, you'll never know, and it's maybe for the best
You pretend you've got it figured out, yet you struggle like the rest

From tilling came a harvest, and you spot your first grey hair
You contemplate your legacy, there's a missing piece somewhere
With sweetness comes a bitter doubt, you're too close to the bone
My son, you can't have peaches without their inner stones