Fatherhood

A special gift lies on the wind for each man who dares the blunder Then rolls the dice to pay the price to both touch and feel this wonder As then one finds the reason why that has thus far been so hidden Endless the loads that walk life’s roads with the fear that was unbidden Therein lies the conundrum which we know our hearts to command Now it will be for us to see how well the ship of life be manned Our lives have no greater calling then to comfort a poor child’s tears Truth shows clearer through the mirror for he who shares these hopes and fears But oh the sounds of fatherhood how narre they touch to the heart Laughter and tears pour from the years for each of us who play his part Tate

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