Poetry: Good and Golden

Good, golden advice from my father
Used to come at me and hit me in
The center of my chest. Ancient advice.
Advice that came packaged
With ancestry and honor.
Came at me like pearls
Out of an old brass gramophone
Set in fine oak on which was carved
The stern kind faces of the ghosts of the men of my family.
Beautiful, perfect, heroic advice.
But then it’d get broke
By him or me or both.