Road[s] To Eternity Poem by bobby beddoe

Road[s] to Eternity

They'd sit beside th' Sabine and dream,
Watchin' mallards paddle th' stream,
Oft'n for tryst primal reason;
Each hopin' th' other be life companion,
While holding hands with pure delight
On soft mimosa on summer's night,
To th' low lyrics of a pine warbler,
And dad's covert eye on his daughter!
Tho gown up now with kids of their own,
Those memories of the past ar' cast in stone.
Since those long-gone, many years
There's been love, hurts, cheers, and tears;
Like kids in church, been Baptized, then fall,
Losing their soul for glean - missing ‘Roll-Call'.
When Moms and Dads get to Heav'n
They'll not miss their kids that didn't listen,
‘Twill be as if those kids had never lived!
Now, who's to blame some kids backslid?