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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