Rowan is four months old today
Born into turbulent times
He doesn’t yet know the meaning of play
Or that Grandpa is crazy about rhymes
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He knows he is loved and has learned to smile
By watching his mum and his dad
To understand more might take a while
But for now things really aren’t bad
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One day he will walk, and also talk
And understand more about life
I just hope by then, I can rest my pen
Knowing he’s part of a world with less strife
Hope neither lends itself to reason
Nor the strictures of the finite
It has little shape but great substance
Which, paradoxically, laughs at Newton’s Laws
Instead, the well it draws from is unfathomably deep
Like quantum particles it can be in more than one place at a time
And, as with dark matter, defies observation and containment
It is, and always will be, ephemeral
None-the-less, all humanity relies upon it daily
Especially so, in times such as these
Through holocaust and atom bomb yield
Cruelty and war, human nature revealed
Barbaric behaviour must surely cease
And people strive to live in peace
If mortal man holds life too cheap
By his own hand sad fate he’ll reap
Squandering life and every resource
No way found to a better course
The sun cares not for the human plight
It marks each day with its warming light
To our demise all assistance we lend
Our fragile existence we hasten to end..
I am me and you are you
Together we are more than two.
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