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It's Your Time
Contributed by
Jeff_Scott_Morehead
on
Friday, 27th May 2005 @ 08:10:45 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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It’s Your Time
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At last my son, your time has finally come
To realize your dreams that is just beyond the sun
So spread the wings you’ve grown and freely fly
To the place where your destiny does lie
It’s your time son, so do not shed a tear
We both know your future is not waiting here
So have the courage to leave and find your dreams
If you believe, then it’s closer then it seems
My precious son, I’ve taught you all I know
It’s time for what only experience can show
So be not afraid of things that you can’t see
Go boldly into the life that meant to be
Believe me son, it’s hard to say goodbye
It’s going to be hard not having by my side
You brought strength to me, now I’ll give strength to you
You’ll make me proud in anything you do
I love you son, I’ve become your biggest fan
I watched you gracefully turn into a man
But your firm hand I can no longer hold
I release you to find your pot of gold
Be careful son, with you goes my heart
To guide you to the road in which you start
Know that I will always be right here
Supporting you and showing how much I care
My dearest son, I’m so proud of you
I can’t wait to see your dreams come true
This place you leave will always be your home
A Place of refuge no matter where you roam
Copyright ©
Jeff_Scott_Morehead
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2005-05-27 08:10:45] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: It's Your Time
(User Rating: 1 ) by Jenni_K on
Tuesday, 23rd August 2005 @ 09:17:29 PM AEST (User
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Such a warn and tender poem that shows a father's love for his son. I am sure they both will cherish it.
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