The Seed Poem by James Osumo
The Seed
My son,
Yesterday was Grandpa’s
Today is mine,
Tomorrow is yours.
If tomorrow you rise up when I’m gone,
Rise up anyway,
And make tomorrow’s tomorrow my grandson’s.
Reminding him to pass on the button
For every day has its tomorrow
And the journey our forefather began
Must forever endure.
Friday, January 3, 2014
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