Always Falling Down Poem by Peter Strugnell

Like most tiny children I was always falling down,
you`d always help me up with a concerned frown,
I could always count on you without question,
I took your love and in return gave little recognition.

The seasons of life are changing and changing fast,
we are all getting older we don`t eternally last,
we are unsure in mind and unsure of foot
you always did give so much more than you took.

Life turns full circle, autumn leaves turn to brown,
like tiny children once more, we are always falling down,
it`s much harder this time to call out for aid,
after all you`ve lived through, you don`t need no nursemaid.

But you can lean on me for as long as I`m able,
it`s your turn to receive, coz there`s been a turning of tables,
to be in need of some help, there is no shame,
you gave without question, you never once complained.

They`re inviting you now, into the waiting room,
it`s a one way ticket and it`s come too soon,
it`s a bitter pill to swallow and there`s more to come,
but we want the best for you, your loving son.