New Beginnings
In my hour of fatherly ambition
long I dwelt on my fields of battles fought,
arrow, not of peace but life’s attrition
might slowly pierce my last refuge methought.
Yet having crossed my Rubicon I wait
in new beginnings, in love’s boons to be,
where new battles will rage and punctuate
the fullness of time in his century.
Thus to that cause I heart and soul commend,
and unexampled favour bears me more
that in my child I have a son and friend
who fills in me what was missing before.
Now march on “Daddy” millennia years
for I am no stranger to strange affairs.
Written: January 2000
For Oscar
Copyright © Keith D Trestrail | Year Posted 2022
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