At times that crying boy <br />can be like bottled joy. <br />A most unlikely teacher <br />turns me into a preacher, <br /> <br />while teaching parents on the job, <br />he soon calls Dad not Dad but Bob. <br />As he grows tall and confident <br />Bob wonders where the decades went. <br /> <br />First girlfriend does elicit wince <br />as fades your own significance. <br />The word redundance comes to mind, <br />you sit and ponder, left behind, <br /> <br />what will the world mean to your lad <br />and should you help, as you're the Dad. <br />The horseman asks to hold him back <br />or spoon him up, right down the track.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stepping-out/
