Would God but guide this wayward pen?
Or lift me above my fellow men?
I'd scribe such wondrous lines to thee
That critics would cross the world to see
You taught me ever to be true
But no-one is always that but you
Of constancy you used to say
In life indeed ‘tis the only way
And yet in gazing ‘round me now
I fear that most men have taken the vow
The truth shall only serve the hour
Whatever will answer best hath power
So cast like seed on thorny field
Life's sordid side is soon revealed
One light burns brightly ever clear
No misguided doubts can enter here.
No matter what in life's unsure
My faith in this gleaming light's secure
A mother's love must ever be
A firm unshaken reality.
Lawrence Frankpitt FEARBY
23/09/1942
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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