This is a poem given to me by a resident. She does not know author, but requested that I tell how she came by it. She said that when her father died she found it in his wallet. He had several children and gave up his dreams to raise them, but nevered complained.
He started out with heart Elate
To write his name among the great
But needs insistent held him in.
He worked for food and not renown
Someday, He said I will be free,
To shape the noble side of me.
But marriage bound him to the wheel
And dreams gave way to duties real.
Then children came, to them he gave
All that he ever tried to save.
Thinking chance for fame was flown,
Into their lives he poured his own.
They gained the fame to him denied
And all his toil was justified.