By: Wendy Shywalker

As we walked down the street,
Kwai Chang Caine and his, Shaolin Cop son.
I watch as people bow with respect as you pass, and you
reciprocate in kind. I am in awe of my father, the priest.
You have always spoken of my following in our family line,
to become the priest, destiny fates me to be.
But to be honest Pop, I cannot see these people,
bowing in respect to an ex cop.
I know... I'd have to earn it.
But as a cop, I have earned my dues,
I have earned the respect you have here in the streets.
What am I to do start again,
do the rookie shaolin priest thing,
save kittens from trees,
use your herbs to cure boils?
I didn't like being a rookie at the academy, Pop,
I am sure rookie shaolin is worse,
with Cults of the week and frequent travelling.
Those symposiums to Shamballa must be a bitch.
Come on Pop, can you really see me with a leather pouch,
instead of a badge and a gun?
A thought just struck, would I have to walk?
The stealth?
Pop, I need my car, would I have to give up my car?
I don't want to give up the car, Pop
So as we walk, I decide, I'll wait to meet my destiny,
I am happy for now being a Shaolin cop.
And as I climb into my car, and you begin to walk away, I smile
For now, I am proud to watch and learn,
and get jump on the other rookies when it is my turn.