As we age we try to be responsible
Teaching those younger how to grow
Being the rock that others can cling to
How fragile we are, they may never know.
We all have that time when we are the rock
That one to hold the weight of the others
Whether it comes from friends or workmates
Mostly family, children, sisters, brothers.
Like when we suffer a loss of someone close
Or when little ones are struggling with life
We put on that confident exterior to show
But inside we barely manage our own strife.
Oh to have the innocence of a child again
Where we didn’t have to be strong and care
But I guess if we think those thoughts at all
We know we’ll stand tall, not going back there.