A Gentleman and Father’s Dream
A gentleman, weary, lays down his head,
He gives his beloved sleep so deep,
Where moonlight softens her silken bed.
Yet in his mind, doubts do creep.
A life once bold, a tale once grand,
A bouquet left—a bunch of roses,
Now drifts away, did he ever understand
the token given, the love that discloses.
He thinks of the babies’ christenings bright,
A change of menu, born in triplet,
of prayers once murmured in sleepless nght,
A feast of words he can’t forget.
Yet still, in dreams, he longs to be
of a station high, on a mountain steep,
a sailor free on the open sea.
a thousand miles he swore to keep.
Through an evening in idyll affair,
He wonders if, at fate’s command,
as he sees black swans take to the air.
if he’ll find his youth or ever understand.
At last, the dawn awakes as babes cry low,
And as he stands with boots worn thin,
The dawn brings melting frost, melting snow.
He smiles—been there before, and again.
WoPoLi 
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