Yesterdays Poems and Tales

Yesterdays Poems and Tales To my Son Gary David where walks poverty no man but he the Son of a lost poet who loved his mum as any who could love such beauty those tears I share God knows not being there to watch you grow Forgive me my Son let Your own words carry home the buckets and laughter of love we never shared yet in my heart I carried a million buckets full of sand that slipped through my fingers just being a Silly storyteller poet loving Man  I love you Son Into the Light Jesus waits those steps take one Day at a time The Fears and Tears of an Old man's eyes