Lovingly tended Urged to grow Life continues On an even flow A family full Of warmth and caring Hand me downs Bicycle sharing Festivals Not religiously followed Except the traditions Considered as hallowed As we grew up The spots And confusions Hormonally challenged Punk rock and metal There are others you know Who struggled in life Watching drunk father Beating his wife Those who were twisted By life's misadventure Did not have what we had In the deep dark of night No food on the table Empty bottles are strewn Trousers all threadbare Nits in their hair We all seen them in passing Us who were blessed Dishevelled, downtrodden Eyes on the ground I hope now as a parent That I am worthy Of the trust that I have I know I'm no angel Those moments I have But love is the adhesive That will keep me with them