Father’s hands
I walk along the shores of time
Sponge down that scow from wrinkled brow
Till not a battle grow
Blooded scars stain and pine
Callous filled time has brought
Askew the path of time
Lost forever youthful step
Banish play things all for not
Fog and mist imagined sight
Time has traced a weathered place
Furrowed valley thirst of tenderness
I walk along the shores of time
