When I was a Boy

When I was a boy, and young at heart
I looked at the world, knowing not where to start
When I was a young man I had purpose in mind
To make something for me with a future of kind

When the snow was falling cold and deep
I remember the tingling in my hands and feet
As I walked the long road and slowly reaped
And felt the warmth when in bed as I sleep

As the rays of crimson sunlight
Fell down upon the land
I looked all around me
I saw the might, of Gods hand

The welcoming warmth was healing
Out from the coldness of the night
I put my hands together
And pressed them so very tight

The beauty that lay all around me
Caused my eyes to sparkle with glee
There is beauty in this land of ours
There for everyone to see.

Now I am an old man
With memories of the past
I remember all those days gone by
My first breath and my last

For all the love I’ve had in my life
For the joy and happiness too
There is one reason why I’m here today
And that’s because of you

For you my wife are a treasure to me
Of which no one else could replace
Our Love has be so bountiful
And filled with love and grace

I hope that in the years to come
You will stand here by my side
And give to me as you always have
Your love, that fills me full of pride

 

 

Written by: Terence D Forster

About the author

tel-boy
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I'm a 72 year old Retired Electro Mechanical Engineer. with a Master qualification in Mechanical Engineering. Worked all over the world since I was 24 years old. Married for over 50 years and looking forward to our Golden Anniversary in 2013. I am a member of The Biddick Writers Group at Washington, Tyne & Wear. I have written two novels so far and a Children's story book. At present I am busy writing my third novel. www.washington-writers.weebly.com

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