Though time eases my thoughts passing and dulls the raking pain of years It never really cleans the slate nor wipes away the stain of tears
I look back upon my lost days there find mans never ending plea To right the wrongs of my past that weigh so heavily on me
In the later years on looking back from the winding road that I tread It disturbs this mans waking mind to think of follies I once fed
Don't weigh on your life foolishly or the lesson you may just find Is he that forgave your weakness was more loving than he was kind
Tate Original musical version http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/513375/
Strange it is to find out too late.That the ones we love, loved us as well. And in looking at us saw themselves. When I was young everyone over 30 was an idiot.The older I got. The smarter they seemed. And the more foolish I felt. So it is no surprise to me as a father of my own.That my children think me a bit off as well. There are as I see it two fields of thought on this subject.My own father a strict task master left me to enter the adult world alone and afraid. It has always been my own contention that a child should come from a loving safe secure beginning. In so doing we bestow upon them the chance to enter the world unafraid. While the other way makes us struggle and eventually results in coming to the same conclusion. We have a much better time of it. Personally I think it better that a child have a foundation.