He came in from the cold
In a time when he was bold
Looking into his father's tired eyes
In an age of the bluest of skies
He fell to his knees when his mother cried
Remembering all the dreams that had died
Tears streaming down his saddened face
Searching for something to give him grace
He smiled the bravest of loneliest smiles
While traversing long and dangerous miles
Laughing just the same while crying
Thrashing the goals frying and trying
Big Bad John coming through loud and clear
Reminding his folks why he's so dear
A heart of gold wallet full of charm
Created a man that made no harm
Coming into the bold
When his life had been cold
Searching his father's redeeming eyes
In a time of sunniest skies
Resurrected mom full of Happy
Dreams becoming a reality
Life's lost found after broken
In memories that were stolen
She laughed the bravest of smiles
Her son winning all those miles
He smiled with a tear in his eye
His father trying hard not to cry
Big Bad John with a heart of gold
God could not break this wholesome mold
His family and friends so near
In this place he finds no fear
Richard Wlodarski October 2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Its a shame that know one has commented on this poem, the title enough was alluring and the poem itself delivered. There is something so sad about this work, underneath the celebration there is layers of human pathos. Lovely work Richard! .