A fathers pride and childs embrace,
by Barry A. Lanier
So easy to see, just peek at my face.
The wisdom of youth, in passing time,
From succulent grape, to withering vine.
Grandeur and riches, austerity didn't find,
Resolved toward the end, twas all in the mind,
Deep joy and content, sketched in my gaze,
Victory in mine passing, lifes long endless race.
Tears slowly trickle, gazing back at the road,
Pausing only for moments, to rest my heavy load.
As twilight colors disperse, the violent storm has passed,
Leaving countless memories, love to forever last.