The Little Boy Lost
By William Blake
‘Father! father! where are you going?
O do not walk so fast.
Speak, father, speak to your little boy,
Or else I shall be lost.’
The night was dark, no father was there;
The child was wet with dew;
The mire was deep, & the child did weep,
And away the vapour flew.
It is amazing the responsibility that we have as fathers. The idea of not being there for my son and wife if I were to die, to take care of them, scares me more than death itself.