A solitary ring of gold marks marks the move from child to man,

Gifted by the man who brought this child into the world,

One more golden band sits, third finger, left hand,

And represents true, undying love for the girl,

Then one of Titanium holds the strength of forty years,

And represents the gift of truly knowing who I am,

And finally the largest, cast in silver, represents the fears,

I cast into the endless pit of doubt, because I can.

Four rings, each a gift for my own children and one for my wife,

Each a silent marker of a milestone achieved,

Each a silent witness to the path that I've walked in my life,

Each a silent thank you for the gifts I have received.