I watched my godson's face
framed in the glow of the lamp
watching the man emerge from the boy
and feeling all he would face
as he continued with his life
and all I would tell him
all I'd warn him about
he wouldn't hear a word of
as seeing his maturing face
I can only be reminded
of all I thought I was going to do
and failed to or not but it came to so little
being human he will at least do no worse
but with at best the chance he'll do better...
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