Son Day

byNeonurotic©

At 9:43, thirty-seven years ago
exactly, today, born to parents
who had no eyes for the future,
let their son set in the dark.

Tick, tick, tick, time passed;
he didn't need a mother's nurture
or a father's nature to rise.

The son rose everyday,
everyday by the power of
an inner light he alone created.

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