Man can work sunrise to sunset
and thereby finding none of joy
Look far to the past for comfort
to the days when he was a boy

The pleasures come in kind smiles
confirming both field and station
Building along the path of life
friendships that speak to foundation

A native son of the Midwest
my life and soul are both free
What I wish to share with my child
is that sweet gift once given me

So each man will look back in time
taking stock of the life he led
To find if he is left wanting
and for who and what he has bled

Those times I see in my own child
of any things he missed there’s none
Creating dreams he’ll long cherish
watching him grow in Midwest sun

Tate
Original version with  son Tates pics and music
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/571994/