Reflections Of A Parent Poem by S.W. Clark

Chase these years of unconfined tears,
and take away my sorrows.
Let bands of dreams feel for me,
and remember no more tomorrows.
I fear I found a path untold,
yet many I see have traveled.
A road of dust and hopeless things,
of gloom and despair unraveled.
Is this my lot that looks so bland,
no glitter, gold nor glamor.
Without a change,
again and again,
it has no spicy savor.
But yet I know my sweat and tears
are no different than the fate of others.
Still it is great and priceless I've found it to be,
of the proud fathers and mothers.