Two Men

Saw a father and son ride by,
Near the hospitals on Pill Hill,
Grinning stupidly as they rode,
Charging along with a will.

Father of mine grins at me,
Love shining from his smile,
As I try to follow him,
Mile after life’s grueling mile.

I’m his adopted son, you see,
Makes no difference to him;
Even his natural Son loves me,
I’m his little brother Jim.

What more could a man want
In this cold and cruel life,
Than a Father who chooses to love,
and free me from deadly strife?

As I watched that man ride by,
Loving, and being loved by his boy,
I reveled in my own Father’s love,
And wept from unspeakable joy.


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