What pray tell should life become
With setting of child rearing’s sun
Shall life remain moored as in bearing years
Or cast adrift to seek new cheers
As father I wore a certain coat
As parent I captained a specific boat
That carried goods and goals and needs
Provided grain and eggs and feeds
Before that time though I did stand
On a different path across this land
My coat then made of leather tough
To protect me from adventures rough
Old siren calls of places, things
Remain in memory as clarion rings
Urging me to cut the chains that moor
Take aim for far gone distant shore
To seek new life in what’s left of my days
Thus to impact in as many ways
The world around; to betterment make
And to repay the resources that I did take
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