Ever moving, his example is clear
Life is to be lived without fear
But instead with constant progress forward
Ever moving, his motion ever toward
The vision he sees of a potential future
Impossible to reach but a worthy endeavor
Despite life’s war that breaks and takes
Each exhausted morning he wakes
Rising like the sun, a light to follow
Avoiding the temptation to wallow
In quagmires of unprevented pains
War wounds cutting and draining his veins
Not of his blood but of his immortality
A dream which was always youth’s fallacy
Yet ever onward he battles.
An unstoppable beacon.
A constant.
I wrote this for my father’s 70th birthday, June 1, 2022.
