Like the

Family dog

Whose son

Discovered a

Bike I’m

No longer

Able to

Keep up

So I

Wait and

Wonder for

Your return

Remembering

Grander times

Of fun

And frolick

Hoping that

You remember

Me one

Day

You do

Not need

Eye sight

To possess

Vision it

Comes from

The heart

And when

You listen

So shall

You hear

The beating

Of passions

And what

It’s meant

To be

And there

Were four

Men each

A Prince

That set

Out upon

A world

To discover

One saw

Art another

Children one

Listened and

One wrote

At last

They returned

As Kings

To share

What they

Learned and

After stories

Were told

What they

Learned most

About all

Those years

Apart was

What they’d

Always known

Just four

Boys that

Shared a

Common heart