TimeSon

When I hear
whether near or 
far that particular 
melody I’m taken 
back to the 
first time I
ever heard it 
and like the 
early evening whistle 
of my father 
calling me home 
for the night 
I’m reminded that 
despite my desire 
to remain longer 
I must go 
for someone somewhere 
on the end
of that whistle 
and that melody 
calls for me 
it’s time son