Question of Birth

As the moment makes its approach
I wonder quickly
What is it I'm part of?
How much caution must we use?
A new person, helpless, and I as helpless almost
As one my age can be
I'm here to show this person
Who'll be here soon the way of worldly survival
Butterly, they will live
Butterly too, they will learn
And with the flesh to exist
I'll tell the failing of the flesh to live on
I don't know of death
And still fear what that circumstance will bring
So to live and to be with the child as onе man to another
Is all the man can do
At least this man
Hеlpless as I am in worldly terms
And still, as we turn older through the circle
In the wheel
In the movement falling inside in every larger curve
It's still outside the plane that makes the wall
Of what we know
And still, we wait growing old someone comes
Helpless and can not choose to come or not to come
Helplessly someone falls into these small lives
And must depend down those lives into
Which he falls to be larger than life
As he will always know it
And yet he must understand this to be helpless as he is
Weaker than the strength that must be applied to life
As he lives
He is weaker than the leverage needed to grow against the odds
In his fear of atmosphere
Worlds unfold to smiling faces of peaceful cooperation
And now, a world of self-passes in the birth
And arm to the back, the Earth has left exposed
To those who were born to ride
From the female interside the child is born
And must not hide
Helpless to he is to hide
From the burning eyes of fakeful being
And helpless as I am
The father and the man am I
Here as well as I can
The father from the son
Now father, man, I am