Doesn't have time to shed any tears,
HIs heart is full of external love from others,
His head is forever thinking of dreadful ideas.
Whilst his two young children are growing up,
They speak like 'Dadda' and mature to 'Daddy!'
Numerous questions are asked about anyone and anything,
For he looks upon them for as if he was young again.
While they talk, winds of strength build up their knowledge,
Their sanctuary of words increases day-to-day: amazing of what some words are said,
Answers are quickly found to please the younger's interest,
But he is not prepared for the future questions that will come of hand.
Timid and shy are these children, they grow at a fast pace,
His head thinks of years ahead, God she will be 18 years old in 14 years',
Or ' I'll be able to go for a drivers licence in 14 years time!'
Yet, he wonders of being there with them: full of flesh and blood.
He does think of times he'll be dead,
What and how will they cope without him?
How can a child understand about the meaning of death?
Can the right person explain the meaning of complete death?
He does think of his wife, who never stops a day from working,
Whether it is home or at work: never leaves her with much rest,
Should he dies now, more work and responsibility, would be left forthright to her,
Whether 'The Will' is read or not, she will definitely miss him.
He doesn't hold up his head so high,
He doesn't know what the future lies,
All is he knows is you cannot make a picture of the future,
As the future will always alter from day-to-day,
His life is not saddened by the misfortune of others,
But he does have grief as an act of being hurt,
Yet, for when no ones around, the justice is done,
He does, "Thank God', for all the good given to all women and men'.
For God brings light, not just into the world!
written on 23/10/1995
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