Turn the page, carry on my son
Chase your destiny, hear your song be sung
Turn the page, carry on my son
Yesterday is done, today has just begun
Relinquishing my sword, a knight’s pledge to be reborn
Heart’s been stolen, from her every word, a southern charm
Vessel of healing wounds, a past storm of scars I mourn
Revealing these stories; a soul saturated in harm
See the naked truth, the big picture, a poet’s whole
Bask in the fountain of freedom, pouring from the pen’s ink
Serenade the sleepy; let me play the watching fool
Admire this purity, an intangible swan, a sincere dink
Patience; enjoy the journey, a gentlemen’s rule
Turn the page, carry on my son
Chase your destiny, hear your song be sung
Turn the page, carry on my son
Yesterday is done, today has just begun
Enter the fairest one; a wild child with a dancing soul
A heart of gold, genuine, a creature of ambition
Giggly, clumsy, and a world of adventure to unfold
Mapping moments of her memories; a garden of fruition
Seeking starry nights with a crescent moon lit bright
Appearance dashing, laughing magic, leaping passion
Soul richer than the sweetest chocolate; her eloquent insight
Hearing that voice, felt like a harpist stringing
While the glow of a golden sun sweeps the day
Swear on your honor, this life is yours to make
Trust and deliver, stay true to what you say
Give with love; remain calm as the lake
Integrity, matters most to remain true
In this life, we are the hero of our story
Write an ending, that few others do
Turn the page, carry on my son
Chase your destiny, hear your song be sung
Turn the page, carry on my son
Yesterday is done, today has just begun
About the Creator
James Fristik
Hobby writer since I was 11 years old, with a passion for poetry and short stories. Grew up in a small town that I found a home in, and enjoy the quietness of my nature engrossed life. Lover of animals and owner of two black labs.
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