Buxton Shippy

Rookie - 194 Points (7-27-55 / Montego Bay, Jamaica)

My Children - Poem by Buxton Shippy

One is old enough to bat;
Two are learning still.
It's prime time now;
And Time is fading.

A lesson to be taught,
For each moment spent;
Saplings to be watered,
Oak growing strong.

Tangible legacies scant;
Immutable principles abounding.
Weigh each word spoken,
Seal eye-gates with locks.
Calculate each twist taken;
Order each turn with rocks.


Comments about My Children by Buxton Shippy

  • Freshman - 826 Points Birgitta Abimbola Heikka (8/6/2014 6:36:00 PM)

    Beginning line captured my mind. My favorite are the 5th and 6th: A lesson to be taught, for each moment spent. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 7, 2014


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