How is one to live
when life slips by like a sieve?
Does it even matter
or is it just a bunch of clatter?
These questions I ponder
until I hear that voice from yonder
That whispers in my ear
to tell me never fear,
trust and I will guide
never in your heart hide
a secret fear
or maybe a tear
share with me all
and you will never fall.
Keep listening
and though your brow maybe glistening
and it will not always be fun
but you, yes you, will be my son.
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