You're my namesake, Grandson Cameron,
Half my age, both handsome and rugged.
Like a wound up spring, harnessed energy
Finds you deep in thought, creating goals.
The lantern lighting your path has flickered
From time to time during your last half life.
A life's struggle is to keep its wick always lit.
Quite a task in today's World of horrid storms.
It takes a man's man sometimes to accomplish
This, but at forty, you should have adapted well.
Happy Birthday, young man, and hope all's well.
Life's a quest at gaining confident contentment.