‘Father’ said a fair haired son.. ‘know you tell me true.. why does such a bully do things cruel.. in selfish due? Does he ever think it clever to see bloody ground?.. does he measure life in spirit or sell by the pound? Did he have a someone somewhere who denied his will? Does he know hunger.. wars and nothing lies will kill?’
Father looked sage as he then puffed deep on his pipe..
‘Son a man like him sees things as spoiled.. soiled.. mean and tripe.. when Jimmy your kind true friend fell and others laughed.. you said “he is hurt a better child than you by half”.. some of us are raised to care for others.. all born so.. some are just a devil minion with no place to go.. you have roads of plenty.. roads of kindness.. paths of love.. you know of a higher thing.. all around.. above’..
‘Take these few words everywhere.. each path from the start.. ‘I am a man of love and what I do comes from the heart! News that will abuse a solid truth as folks forget.. life and essence of a soul never think to let.. nothing screened matches the green of living plants and trees.. nothing stops nature as she rains love in fated breeze.. as a rock.. no clock tick tock.. your path lays felt and true..
Your one and only legacy must be the best of you..