Gold, Where He Tread Written on April 23, 2013 by tinkwelborn Categories: Poetry - The Stuff of LifeTags: child, Life, Parenthood, poem, poetry, Sonnet, Unexpectancy 0 0 comments so far. Why not leave your own? ~ A child will be born To a latter-day father: It might just be one son, Or maybe a daughter. Out of one thing, And, then, into another. Nothing of parenting Had entered his head. But one life – Then everything! Is gold, where he tread. Who knows of the paths? Where one might have led? When one life is given, There! Change full ahead. ©2013, Marvin Loyd Welborn Rate this:Share this:TinkwelbornShare Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading... Related