I took a stroll from the University out to the real world it ain't pretty my path was crossed by a child, witty and playful he was in kindy on his right hand was a toy and on his face was a smile so giddy he reminded me of my myself at that age Where has the time Gone?
i continued my stroll A couple of kilometers away i meet an old man outside the hospital who just lost his only son i didn't know him but i spoke to him he was all torn He spoke of his sons death right to the day of his birth The old man looked different like he was in a hearth Pain sicken grief ridden he spoke to his heart Why didn't i spend more time with my son?