Contributed by Nan Potts
A baby born,
Yet not forlorn,
A happy, hardy soul.
His innocence,
Proves reticence,
Mere smiles he does cajole.
But future makes,
Abounding aches,
For some it takes its toll.
Though circumstance,
Spoils many chance,
His heart shepherds his role.
For those who strive,
Truly survive,
May earn their lifelong goal.
Then hope anew,
And carried through,
Born to once more extoll.