sidetracked

The park was our destination
But my son’s procrastination
Was fueled by acorn shell designs
And spelling STOP signs.

Things that were understood
To be not as good
As the slide
he would ride.

I guess I should slow down and learn
The path his walking weaves.
It’s time for me to take a turn
Enjoying crunchy leaves.

What’s the point of time to spare
If I hurry towards the end,
Not realizing my son’s not there
‘cause he had time to spend.