My Sons

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    My Sons

     

    Two conceived sons, didn’t think I would have even one

    God answered my prayers, Now I live life through theirs

    As I watched them crawl, I envisioned them playing ball

    Carrying on my name, as I coached them in the great game

    Make them learn what I wouldn’t, so they can be what I couldn’t

    My knowledge passed two lad’s, take my good learn from my bad

    I see potential in the eyes of these guys, their limits have no skies

    Let me mold, nurture and care, take what your Dad has to share

    You must be wishfully driven, waste not the talent you where given

    Because life is unforgiving, there is no such thing as reliving

    Don’t dream lives you could’ve lived, live lives you couldn’t dream

    God gave you the talent you possess, so realize you have been blessed

    And stand up to his test, because this is your quest, so do your best

    You have my esteem, be all you can be, make me boast of my team

    I love you two even though I scream, you make me so proud I beam

    Your lives have just begun so forget the stars and reach for the sun

    Give life a good run, never be outdone, two minds are better then none

    So stick together as one, son to son, never let your friendship be undone

    I’m here if you need me each one, you will never be shunned my sons

    I’ll guide you both, as I monitor your growth, this is your Dad’s oath

    So when you both become of age, remember I tried to be your sage

    Forget what I said in times of rage, the truth is within this rhymed page

    I lived my life to the left of your stage, this I did not for the wage

    But for the pride I felt in all that you engaged

     

     

    Love you both,

    Dad

     

     

     

     

     

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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