for Delaney

The race runs shorter than you know

With age comes wisdom of such things

Like gulls that ride the warm gulf stream

Life can quickly takes to wings

I wish that I could have been  good

A better Father who was there for you

But time may have run out now for me

And therefore little that I can do

The race is coming to an end

And I come in second behind my shame

The only thing that I give to you

Is painful memories and my name

Life can quickly take to wings

And fly above this world so cruel

I wish that I had been a better man

Instead of a now dying fool

©2010  J. K. Bradford