Don't let it slip away

He raced up the driveway
Bolted past the door
Not even to say "hello"
To the dog he normally adored

Plopped the backpack by the bed frame
Sighed and then sat down
Looked for the controllers
Proceeded to show a frown

The room was oh so messy
As boys rooms can be
Clothes, articles, and knick knacks
Made it very hard to see

Alas discovered pay dirt
The game console was now free
"Yes" he said to himself
"What adventure awaits me"

This happened day after day then
Parents were a bit concerned
What about sports and homework
Do we need to be more stern

For their boy was very gifted
Knew passwords and the codes
But was a stranger to the old man
For no stories of sports were ever told

Then one day the young man
Reflected in a quite astute way
Half of my life has passed me by
I never went out to just play

And so he went out looking
To make up for lost time
Was put out by what he discovered
Not happy with the sign

No one was thinking game time
Affairs of a different kind around
Car rides, appointments, meetings
Mere silence was the sound