Time has come upon me, to rest this weary head,
Upon this fine white pillow, an attempt at sleep.
My mind is filled with this long day\'s events,
still fresh, as if happened, just a moments hence.
With a smile as broad as our River\'s estuary,
recalling my day with my daughters wee boy.
Just a day with him is as a lifetime of love,
So amusing, I cannot breath for laughing.
Unable to calculate blessings on just two hands,
I\'d not trade a single second, for anything sort.
Finding myself now as such a wealthy man,
not in sterling but in far more priceless things.
From a terror fed youth, to a selfish adolescence,
a road that appeared too long, finally within sight.