In Him

He must have some of them, in him because myself, I could not win ~ the single mother, her chagrin her buttressing, constancies' grim! Oh pleasant times there were, but then the years defining altered vim and soon designing, the world's rim left to consigning, losing's kin! At last the summit, on his own a marriage, pining not alone and children that his heart's condone did not leave at a sitter's home! He must have some of them, I know my grandpa's, fathers, wholesome folk, who knew their way, with courage prone and looking back, their effort's known! Must watch it all, the separates' hone a child, not broken, just rezone. The single mother's hope relies, upon that justice God implies!