Into this world came he,
This child, not wild, but beautiful,
The long awaited arrival,
Couldn't have ended any better;

Through the years, he grew,
Enough to see through dark patches,
And into a bearded youth, indebted,
To the graces of better offs;

Thus continued a struggle,
Between conscious good,
Or a pestering evil,
Contesting for time in the fore;

The fair kind caught his eye,
Stirred his inner workings,
His waist will dance to the rhythm,
Of one or two melodies of his choosing;

Responsibility came alongside,
Charged to forsake all else,
In the presence of know and unknown,
And none to make any objection;

In a few moons came tiny ones,
Spitting images of either ***,
Left to wonder how on earth,
One should be blessed, or  even at all?