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?
Oct 19, 2022
Oct 19, 2022 at 8:32 AM UTC
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?
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