WORRY
I still worry about my boys,
though both are fully grown
and it’s been over twenty years
since each was on his own.
I still worry about their daughters,
yet to grow out of their teens,
they’re all doing well in school
and all three are my little queens.
The future is so unsure,
the pathways all unmarked,
it’s so easy to be led astray from
the goals on which you’ve embarked.
But, all my worry doesn’t change
the lives for which they’re destined,
so I’m careful with my comments,
not wanting my motives questioned.
We each have a life to live,
each chooses the direction they take.
Each makes their own decisions,
each makes their own mistakes.
I can’t live their lives for them,
I can’t fight their fight.
But, I can try to be their beacon,
constantly shining a guiding light.
Then, when the need is warranted,
and they request a helping hand,
I’ll always be there for them,
just like I always planned.
© Copyright 2011 Richard Lee King
Author of: A Pursuit of Life & The Price of Freedom
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