Far ahead, besides the corner of that street he stood…
Gentle eyes watching over me, with every little step I took.
From the very first breath and the very first step, he has seen me grow
My childhood banter, teenage freckles, and the fiery adult glow!
I have had few talks
And, so many walks, near around where he stands..
I have had my lunch and danced around in my gaudy purple pants.
He still stands quiet, casting a shadow…haunting it might seem.
While, the lamp post casts a longer one, with its high fluorescent beam.
In the years that went, I ran through life …
In a careless flip flop manner
For everything that happens to me,
I know he be the planner…
Bright days and dark nights bring out the good and evil in me,
But, at the corner of the street, he stands still, unwavering like a tree.
Between the good and the bad and the farce called life…
I think I strayed away,
He gave his branch as a helping hand
And, saved me from the sway.
When I stood safe beneath the shade it gave,
Its love touched me, like a soothing wave.
He has been there and he will be,
No matter what I do.
He has been kind and will never mind,
No matter how I be.
He’ll lend me the shade, when I need to sleep
He’ll lend me a flower, when I smile and weep
He’s my friend and someone who doesn’t make me fear
At the corner of the street, he stands still, our lord, the almighty!