There is a gift
Deposited upon your doorstep
Waiting just for you,
Open it if you will
Take that chance at regret
Its contents are calling to you,
Or leave it outside
Go clean your home
Let it stay where thieves reside let the elements therein make its tomb,
But it does not decay
When you pass it upon leaving
Day after day,
"Free to a good home"
Held no effect, huh?
So it begins to gnaw
Under the skin it crawls,
Until one day you've got to bring it in
Instead of trashing it in the bin
Just get a peek at the contents inside,
Before from the sheer anxiety
What's that? It's mere childrens' toys!
Why, they even resesmble those your from Home
It's your dinos and friends
With all the pictures and memories shown
There's the logs from Lincoln
The kit for burning wood
Then it hits as this weight should,
You look to see a child
He's got your face and your hair,
He is peering into you
Pondering how you drove your dreams from inside
Out of your head,
Quite naturally you begin to cry,
Why? Why have you let our dreams die?
We were supposed to be an astronaut
Or a leader to our peers!
But- No this little one says!
You allowed our Sacred Hopes to disappear!
You think bills pay themselves?!
You look at you quite queer.
Do Not Buy In To The Sum Of Your Fears!.. Remain In Touch With Your Little One..