A Guiding Hand
by Kenneth W Bielby
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In this world of confusion, fathers are more precious than gold
A GUIDING HAND.
There's many a signpost that shows the way
Through out the life we live
But there's never a signpost like a fathers hand
And the help, that that hand, can give,
The touch of his hand, from the time we were young
To the time of our final goodbye
Is a feeling, in life, remaining unsung
As his spirit rises on high,
But life must go on, as the days we must face
But will never, fill up the hole
So we continue to live and strive with the pace
and the trials that strengthens the soul
I will never forget that hand from the past
That guided my life for so long
No! Never, I'm sure, for life travels fast
But the memory, remains, ever strong
I love you Dad, is a phrase little said
for a manís not a man when his heart can be seen
Alive, itís not spoken, but rather when dead
Too late!, a man cries, for what should have been
By Kenneth W. Bielby
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|Reviewed by Portia Burton
|This is so wonderful! apt for my loving dad!
|Reviewed by Erik Nolan (Reader)
|I lost my father several years ago, that is so true.....nothing can replace a fathers hand.....Erik|
|Reviewed by Henry Lefevre
|A guiding hand is a wonderful tool -- may we all provide it when needed. To our kids, that is true. To our grandkids as well.
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
|Nicely said and a wonderful tribute!!!!!
Sandie Angel :o)
|Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya
|Perfect dedication for the fathers...stunning write...this is excellent!!!|