Photo by John Noonan There comes a time, When you receive, More than you are worthy, More than you earn. Whether you take up, That which comes your way, Knowing it is beyond your wishes, Knowing you are not entitled. The heart sways, While the mind says, Choose only what you deserve, Be blind to what is available. In the long drawn battle, Between the heart and mind, A fight to be won, Rightfully by the mind. Like the battle scars, Adorned by heros, They are glory medals, On the war chest of your character.

The forgotten success, the man behind every women. A humble being of metal, the rock behind every failure. Giving selflessly at every chance, needing nothing in return. A stepping stone all the way, The rock behind every turn. Learning every step of the way, About the women we live by. In happiness and sadness, The rock that inhibits the perfect man. The son, the friend and the father, Roles played with earnest. the stone cold lover, the rock that lives through tempest The good, the bad and ugly, With compassion in his eyes, Diminished and unperturbed, The rock in every race Trust him, put your faith in him, For he may lose but never fail. He will come back for more, The rock, the tail of a man