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 Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading... Related