When I was a boy of my Fathers eye,
Many strands and grey ago,
He walked the world with a softer step,
A softer step with me in tow.
This is how we did wander,
And wander we did go.
When I was a lad of my Fathers hands,
Many yesterdays and seasons come,
I learned his words and wisdom,
Forgetting them as I did go.
How I still wander forgetful,
Forgetting as I go.
When I was a man of more a lad,
With all my Fathers worry and woe,
I learnt life can be unforgiving,
Unforgiving from the seeds I did sow
And how I have been reaping,
Reaping as I go.
Now I am a man that has fell and fallen from my Fathers tree and apples eye,
I see the lessons he was teaching, teaching through clearest sky.
I wish I listened harder, pin pricked and ears true,
How I would be able to wander wiser, wander wiser a man I would go,
And how my seeds would be softer,
Would be softer my seeds to sow.
Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.