#Utterly disheartened free#

He never preached or scolded and the rod – So he made them heirs to riches without price – He was clean in heart, and body, and in mind. He gave them neither eminence nor wealth,īut he gave them blood untainted with a vice, He was doing well his part and making good Īnd you knew it, by the way his children had Though the man was never heard of anywhere, In their voices, even when they called him ‘Dad.’ There seemed to be a loving little prayer Oh you should have heard the way they said his name – They thought him just little short of God Who loved the very ground on which he trod.

In the world where men are seeking after fame īut he had a healthy brood of girls and boys Without life’s challenges I cannot grow strong. When I hear the rain pitter patter against my window sillĪnd will remember what you taught me so well When the sun shining through my window awakens me When the gentle fragrance of a flower catches my attention

#Utterly disheartened free#

I will know it is you assuring me you are free from pain. When a butterfly brushes gently by me so care freely When I see a bird chirping on a nearby branch Your Spirit – A Tribute to My Father by Tram-Tiara T.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sightīlind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,Īnd you, my father, there on the sad height,Ĭurse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,Īnd learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Though wise men at their end know dark is right,īecause their words had forked no lightning they Old age should burn and rage at close of day Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas