His Life
Why should all these years go to waste for some have been hard at times?
But in happiness, and sadness you have both watched them all go by.
For there have been many times when you and your wife watched in pleasure,
As your children slowly grew into young adults each with their different ways.
Now each has now gone their own way in life, to better their future.
And as each has married, so you breathed a sigh of relief,
For their lives had just started on that long, long road called their future.
But as each year brings their problems to their notice you gently smile,
For you had them too but you managed, though you don’t know how.
But along with your wife, you managed to live life to the most.
Now as the years have passed and your wife has also passed away.
In your rocking chair you sit, and of her you think, for she was your life,
She brought that rocking chair for your birthday just before she died.
You cherish that chair for it means the world to you and the memories of her.
But your children are now always away at their mother in-law's places,
For you know women love to see their grand children as much as possible.
But you, poor old fella, you just sit and hope, for it would seem you are forgotten.
Now as you sit you try to remember why you stay around this lonely world for.
Just then there is the sound of little pattering feet and the words of. “Where are you pa.”
And then you remember why and smile to yourself and time travels but you stay.
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Re: his life
The littlies really make life special don't they? I reckon the oldies still have a bit to offer to their grandies, nieces and nephews providing the kids can stay still long enough to discover it.
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