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.
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.
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,
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.
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.
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
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
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