Will You Stand By Me

Now I walk with you holding your hand Helping you firmly on your feet to stand Steer you upon the soft sands of the shore, Unaware yet what life has for you in store. Soon you’ll be walking tall with starry eyes To spread your wings and soar to the skies, May you dream the fanciest dreams you dare By your side you will find I am always there. My son, in this one thing you can be sure My love for you most surely will endure, You are born of my love, hope and prayer You are, oh, the sweet fruit of my labor. But when I find my day gets weary on its feet The night stirs up past memories bittersweet, And when time exacts from me its harsh wage I wonder will you stand by me in my old age? As you move ahead in life, this I must say Be wary, there are also pitfalls on the way, Always have humility as your guiding light that you need to follow, keeping faith in sight. ~07/30/18 ~'For your Poetry Journal' contest by Dear Heart a.k.a Broken Wings