i feel your steady gaze
in the eyes of my heart
you whose business it is
to take note of the goings-on
in the arena of human affairs
spare me the dissection
of your scalpel eyes
i tremble like one condemned
life, oh careless life,
what will my poor children do?
O you winds of unfulfilled hopes
when sometime you blow their way
gently whisper of my undying love
bid them neither to crumble nor weep
though double jeopardy assails them
father and mother lost to bottomless time
O you bards from all ages
let your word tapestries be their balm and comfort
let there be wisdom, discernment and resilience
in their oft-pained lives, some happier day
children, treasure what life gave us in our time together
and weep not children, it will be your world, one day