Last Word The

as the child grew into boy and boy into man he precipitated his childhood inoncence out of me sadly missed his steps dotting each of mine turning my world round and round with joy, cheering up my years year after year his chirpy voice relaxed a stressful heart my nerves then a hoarseness little solemness crept in between us a distance found its way to the heart his brain began to grow roots in the fields so many steps away from my heart he did not even had time for my love the real umbilical cord cut i abandoned him to another bossom secretly turning him over the cauldron of love that still stirs in my heart inspired by Last Word, The Creep into thy narrow bed, Creep, and let no more be said! Vain thy onset! all stands fast. Thou thyself must break at last. Let the long contention cease! Geese are swans, and swans are geese. Let them have it how they will! Thou art tired: best be still. They out-talked thee, hissed thee, tore thee? Better men fared thus before thee; Fired their ringing shot and passed, Hotly charged - and sank at last. Charge once more, then, and be dumb! Let the victors, when they come, When the forts of folly fall, Find thy body by the wall! Matthew Arnold