To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)

Bobby Singer

Two lost boys knocked at my door

After they just lost their father

Stumbling blind and crying sore

But acting brave for each other

I knew their pain, I took them in

And treated them as my family

For I too was lost and cold within

But they warmed and thawed me

For when my dark past is haunting

And the midnight moon don't shine

I'll always find a little something

In them to set me back aligned

They call me old but hell, I'm bold

I can do much more than just take calls

Decades as a hunter, and I know a lot

When the world gets in my way, I say balls

I may be grumpy, but I got a heart of gold

A jack town drunk, fire for hunting I hold

I'll never say it direct, but Dean and Sam

Are my boys, I love them like they're my own sons

'Cause they are just children still

Hell to everything if they say otherwise

They could get selfish and ungrateful

But I'm always with them every damn time

I helped them out, stuck my neck broken

When they falter, I'm here to comfort them

There I was, come all hell or high water

Dare I say I even became a figure father

I got hurt for the boys, but not in vain

They grew up right, that numbed the pain

I saw them change into a better man

I saved them time and time again

Every which way that the world ends

I was there to be their helping hand

I fought and helped throughout the strife

Although ultimately...I also lost my life

But it matters not, my time's my time, I see

And the boys'll continue my legacy, so be it

So don't you forget about my memory

Take care and goodbye, idjits.