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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