Do Our Parents Really Every Die? Poem by Jeff Rushton

Do we try to console a babies cry
Do we learn from our mistakes in life
Do we laugh and cry at humor and emotional instability
Do we stand tall in trouble, pain and protecting a young one's fall
Do we work for stability and tranquillity
Do we play for relief from an argues day
Do we hope and dream in scenes of reality
Do we speak, say and act in ways we vowed to retract
Do we live in hopes of bettering our predecessor’s way of family healing.