To My Parents

There are day's thats dreary Time's are sometimes maliase and weary But you have stood by yours truly. I always had food on my plate Always had a bed at the end of the day When I went a stray, you kept me at bay Even when I dragged my weight Clothed am I evermore Acted as my power source My wings when I soared Just the thought of you Is a sudden surge Sentiments of dire trepidation As well as mire inflation Meant nothing when I'm supported Its an undefined beknotted Time has passed by, but it all feels epochal Your love is refined And wothout a doubt ... perpetual!