Your Say Does Not Derive from What You Say
Marsh of Rhuddlan.
|Your say does not derive from what you
A child hears the one most often here,
And loves the one whose love's most often near.
You must have known that when you went away.
The power lies with those who choose to stay,
For parents rule by love far more than fear,
And children follow those they hold most dear.
It takes far more than will to have your way.
And now you want to tell me what to do,
Not having earned the right through years of love
But claiming the authority of seed;
While I will give precisely what is due,
Returning love to those who loving prove;
Serving those who long have served my need.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
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