the old man lies

    and waits for again

the day, a night,

    an hour to end

 

somewhere, elsewhere

    a son’s life begins

the father remembers

    the lad holding ten

 

and wonders, if rather

    his son recalls him

somewhere, someplace

    a chapter opens

 

on new life, the son,

    a wife and children

the son will go his way

    a father will tend

 

to moments forgotten

    a past life of when

the father goes one way;

    a son, where life sends

 

as one life begins

    another one ends

life still intends

    and adds to addends

 

 

 

 

©2013, Marvin Loyd Welborn

11 September 2013

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