Untimely Conception

Uncle, believe me, we never knew

Never in all this time was there a clue

The doctor said it was impossible so we

Indulged uninhibited and free

My pleasure gave me an escape

Escape from the stress and moral red tape

Loving the passion I had never known

Young for so long but now I’d grown

Could I have been stupid and wrong

Omitting the thing I’d known all along

Not leaning to the faith that once sustained me

Could I have been behaving immaturely

Escaping to fantasies and craves of the flesh

Passions that wove a more complicated mesh

The stress that burned and surrounded me

I might have quench with greater spirituality

On God I might have trusted but I didn’t wait

Now this Untimely Conception, but Uncle, it’s never too late!