A Short Journey

From the warm springs of Kings Land, 

I packed my bags in haste, thinking that 

Not a single moment of this journey left to waste.

Driven by a hopeful heart, flying through the miles,

To see the perosn who made me as myself. 

For years he bore the heavy weight, a leader through and tough,

Living as a shining light, in everything he does.

He set the bar so incredibly high, for himself and all the rest,

And now he’s turning eighty a lifetime of the best.

I’ve given him surprises in the years that came before,

But this time will be special, a memory to store.

I want to make the moments that we missed along the way,

Even if the spark is gone, or a bond has gone astray.

I won't let time just slip away, or focus on another. 

A short journey for the hope and peace 

For the duties which I have failed. 

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