There is a room inside my heart, in which my children play.
I keep them safe inside my soul, and keep danger at bay.
It’s warm, it’s fun, they’re guarded there, away from all that’s bad.
I wish I could keep them right there, stop them from being sad.
Life it real, and life can hurt, no matter what we do.
It chews us up, and spits us out, while children cry boo hoo.
But children will not grow and learn, if kept away from harm.
It’s hard to watch them being hurt, without raising alarm.
They need to run, to play, to shout, to learn what’s right from wrong.
To interact with other kids, hope friendships will be long.
But friendships short, or shallow will, teach them how to fight,
Learn what is good, and what is bad, and once again what’s right.
And as they grow into adults, and I must set them free,
To make their own mistakes and truths, hope it comes naturally.
I’ve done my best, time and again, and now I need some rest,
It’s all on them, to live their lives, put themselves to the test.
And in the end, my main job was, to teach them to endure.
Life is a terminal disease, for which there is no cure.
Running Half Empty 