Telemachus+1



Oh mother, what am I to do? It pains me to watch my father, My poor old father, wither away. Every day it seems as though His spirit nears the black gates of Hades. He is my guide, my role model, and I feel his pain. As we sit here in this room, And I look out through the window into the distance, I see a dark blue sea that tore my father apart, I remember the days you spent mourning for that great man, And the horrible suitors Who wouldn't leave your grieving heart alone. I remember the day when a boy became a man, And ripped those suitors' lives away. I strive to be like my father, And I am afraid that I cannot equal such a man, A man who endured painful hardships, A man who faced the most dreadful monsters, And a man who triumphed over his enemies, To make his journey home to a loving family. I only hope that my journeys with him have made me more of a man, But I know my country will not remember me as a great leader; They will remember me as the son of Odysseus.