MY FATHERS SHOULDER
It started out
Like any race
The others and I
Running our pace
Like life it was
A little rushed
Like life we tend
To keep things hushed
You try to make
It thru with hope
Sometimes that helps
You just to cope
But then it happens
What’s not rehearsed
That moment you fear
Might be the worst
Things break down
And fall apart
It is in HIM
You must have heart
And when you need help
To carry your boulder
You’ll always have
My Fathers shoulder
-Peace
SOBNYC - growing up in new york city during the 1960's, 70's & 80's 
nice one!!
Thanks,,I wrote this piece when I saw this video.
wow… he actually ran in pain… :)
best part he wasnt alone …inspiring video
A beautiful poem about life and His love…
Hello friend,
A friend shared this video with me and it inspired the poem to birth.
Enjoy