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Every grandchild needs a Grandpa, Whether biological or not,  Grandchildren deserve  Grandparents in their lives.  They need all that I have mentioned in my poem to my grandsons.  Grandpa My grandsons, Lee, Eoin, Christopher, Rowick. A boy needs a Grandpa, For man-to-man talks. To go hand in hand,  On companionable walks. To fix up his toys, When they no longer go. To tell him the things, Little boys want to know. A boy needs a Grandpa, To show him the way To handle a puppy To teach him fair play. To impart bits of wisdom, He's learned through the years That it's no disgrace For a man to shed tears. A boy needs a Grandpa, To sit on his lap And, if no one is looking They take a wee nap. Each wrapped in an aura, Of love and esteem Each smiling gently At some special dream. |  2022 © | William Darnell Sr | | Year Posted 2011 | Grandpa Swagger Source- PoetrySou p™ All Rights Reserved #goldenyears,#esteem,#

Follow my blog with Bloglovin Darkness, My Ole' Friend Hello Darkness, my ole' friend: I've come to talk with you again. My loneliness comes to set in, Why am I here, chatting with sin. What the hell did I do:  To earn such my life, I try living true; I only seek to live peacefully; So, I need to figure this out, indeed. Why do I keep coming back, defined? My darkness: takes me places; That I'm unwilling to unhide. The multiple times I catch myself: Openly conversating with me, I'd shelf. Darkness: Telling me; I'm crazy; Should I be! What the hell is happening;  From deeper within me?  Into the depths:  Of my soul, I must go.  Should it be a story foretold? My soul has never been;  So, deep deeply tolled, within. I never asked to be born here; Into a world being born into this sin. Who wants to be in a place;  Where corruption, lust;  Greed has no Grace. Sex can be bought: on every corner;  Along with diseases, it carries; scorned. You are al...

Follow my blog with Bloglovin Stallion  Mighty was his look,  Rendering tall, as he provokes.  The attraction that he emanates drawing to its taming, which we sought.  A stallion as he stands,  The silhouette is what we have seen.  It was that of a wild horse waiting for his taming to prevail! The stallion's tone took when the animal did near,  Wanting to be the tamed horse,  Captured;  He is safe.   A depth that it can take,  When there's something to be profound in, it's deep!  Alas, we come to an end;  There comes a disruption in this snare.  It's what he felt from the enclosed corral  Though he hurls out from the gate,  Did he  escape?  The stallion gave flare from his stance,  Which the tamed horse,  A leading role of the animal,  He did ride!? | Copyright ©  William Darnell Sr  |  | Year Posted 2021 | Source  -  PoetrySoup™