The spring of life

The spring of life wound very tight,

So tight a baby cries, his little heart

Is pumping blood, his little legs

In drive. The spring of life wound

very tight, for school days wild and

Free, lessons sure, but after chores,

There’s time to climb the trees.

But then in youth, the spring is smooth,

Laid back, and super cool, his hair looks

Wet, the style is set, don’t touch it, it

Won’t move. The spring of life is still

Wound tight, his eyes are on the girls,

And one girl in particular knows how a

Boy’s mind works.

The spring of life is wound up tight, the

Best man has the ring, the church is full,

A nervous lull, will she take him? Yes,

She will. There’s a mortgage to consider,

And where the pair might live, the spring

Of life excited tight, ‘I’m ready now,

Come in.’

The wedding dress, a keepsake, the spring

Of life moves on, a girl was born within

Twelve month, and now they have a son.

A new car for the school prom, a carriage

To impress, her daddy’s doing very well,

Executive no less.

The spring of life is not done yet, in

Happiness a daughter wed, as for the

Son, a dark horse cheer, the wedding

Set for June next year. How fast time

Flies, has has summer gone, a

Grandchild soon to dote upon.

No spring was ever better spent, it’s

Slowing down, still plenty left, black

To silver. blonde to white, a prosperous,

Fruitful, happy life. Pray do not think

All went too rule, the spring of life

Has hiccups too, but in the main, love

Conquered all, forgiveness such a

Healing balm.

A sudden message, 1 am, dad’s

Spring of life stop/starts again, fingers,

Crossed and prayers are said, ‘repair

Dad’s spring dear Lord we beg.’ His

Will to live, fight on, survive, did his

Spring stop? No. not this time.

© Joseph G Dawson