Tuesday, April 2, 2013


I am my father now

I am my father now
With hair streaked grey
And care worn eyes
That watch my children play

The bills of light
Are hard to pay
The burden of existence
Gets harder each day

They told me in school
(I was bright eyed then)
They told me that child
Is the father of man

As I grew taller
He sickened and bent
His soul got smaller
His spirit all spent

But I cheer as they run
Hold them when they scream
I tell them to have fun
And teach them how to dream

Thus I build them for the day
When they watch their kids with love
That day when my sons will say
We are our father now
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